Hao Shuai watched Coulson make a phone call nearby, leisurely sipping his drink.
He wasn't worried in the slightest that Nick Fury would refuse to pay.
After all, Nick Fury was currently focused on assembling his Avengers, and adding Cap to the team would make them all the more formidable.
As for whether ten million was too much?
The Security Council gave S.H.I.E.L.D. tens of billions—sometimes even hundreds of billions—in funding every year. Otherwise, where did it get the four or five helicarriers it deployed at a time, or the hundreds of Quinjet fighters?
As its director, Nick Fury could be called the biggest embezzler in the Marvel World. For him, billing two hundred million for weapons that cost a hundred million was practically second nature.
He relied on fake accounts to siphon off countless funds into his own little stash, which he used to secretly build his safe houses.
So a mere ten million was a drop in the bucket for Nick Fury.
In truth, with Hao Shuai's wealth, ten million wasn't even a speck of dust to him.
If he hadn't been worried that giving the information away for free might arouse suspicion from the paranoid director Nick Fury, he would have given it away without asking for a cent.
The only reason he'd asked for ten million was that he planned to use it to pay for tonight's fun.
Of course, in Hao Shuai's eyes, no escort in the world was worth ten million.
He didn't care about money, but he couldn't let prices get out of hand, could he?
He'd set aside that ten million for the models attending the party.
Tonight, Hao Shuai was going to sleep with twenty women!
"Mr. Hao Shuai, the director has accepted your proposal."
Coulson returned after finishing his