Zhang Yu's Bountiful Harvest
Seeing Zhang Yu act as though money were nothing but dung, Zhou Chechen knew this guy's appetite had to be huge this time.
"Father, Uncle's side will definitely have to bleed heavily to satisfy that Sixth-Rank True God."
"But Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, the parties involved here... also need to be dealt with."
Although Zhou Chechen had expected this, the thought of having to apologize and admit fault to those two, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, and then carve off a piece of his own flesh for them still left him with a lump of resentment in his chest.
He had never imagined that the two poor wretches who had been like ants in his eyes a year ago, the ones whose heads he could press down to sign a contract at will, would grow to this extent in less than a year.
"Is this the power of having a Sixth-Rank True God backing you?"
Zhou Chechen suddenly recalled some secrets his father had once mentioned. It was said that those truly wealthy people at the top carefully refined Bloodline Descendants who, from the moment they were born, possessed shares and became company shareholders. The instant they were born, they could already be Faith Level 5 believers.
He sighed inwardly. In the end, this world is all about backing. The Zhou Family is still too weak.
Zhou Chechen lightly shook his head, doing his best to cast aside his distracting thoughts and frustration. He continued in a gentle voice to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, "I know that no amount of money can make up for the emotional trauma the two of you suffered this time."
"I'm willing to give each of you five hundred thousand, as a small token of my sincerity..."
Zhang Yu