Jiang Siming had originally intended to reason with him and give them some money to satisfy them. After all, they were bound by blood, and he figured that surely Yin Zhirou couldn't have such a bastard for a father.
But now Jiang Siming realized that people like this really did exist in the world.
"What do you think we should do?" Jiang Siming asked calmly.
Yin Zhirou's father chuckled. "I'm an easygoing man. As long as there's money, that's all that matters."
"Oh? How much do you want?" Jiang Siming gazed into his eyes, his expression as calm as still water.
Thinking there was a chance, Yin Zhirou's father was just about to ask for a million when the middle-aged woman beside him tugged at him and whispered into his ear, "Are you stupid? He's a trillionaire. A million would be treating you like a beggar."
Yin Zhirou's father found her words reasonable, so he boldly demanded, "Bring me ten million first."
Jiang Siming lit a cigarette. He had never even seen this brand before, and it was clearly very expensive.
"What do you mean, 'ten million first'?" Jiang Siming asked as he exhaled a smoke ring.
Yin Zhirou's father sneered. "Do you think my daughter is only worth ten million? Let me tell you, as long as you want my daughter, you'll never be able to get rid of me for the rest of your life. Give me ten million first. If I need more later, I'll ask you for it. Don't worry, I'm not insatiably greedy. Besides, you're a dignified trillionaire. Ten million shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Jiang Siming smiled, and his smile was especially radiant.
The husband and wife smiled too, thinking that everything would work out and the money would soon be in