"Qian Ming, I can guarantee you that if you cooperate with my lord's plan, the success rate of this matter will be one hundred percent! What you should be considering now is not whether this will fail, but how to spend all that money once you have it!"
As he spoke, the man took a card from his pocket and meekly handed it to Mingchuan.
"This is ten million yuan, a token of our sincerity."
Upon hearing the lobbyist seated across from him, Mingchuan felt as though ten thousand sheep-like things were galloping through his heart. He really wanted to shout at this famous lobbyist from that family: "Mental retardation!"
Where had this beautiful flower in front of him gotten that family's name from?
This was an insult... no, it was lowering his IQ!
Even Qian Ming felt that the man sitting opposite him was a patient in the late stages of chuunibyou. He did not speak with his brain, yet he still said whatever he wanted. He was getting carried away. It really was not funny.
Mingchuan inwardly despised this low-IQ guy suffering from chuunibyou. He accepted the check-like card for ten million yuan that the guy handed over...
"I'll consider it. After all, I can't make the decision as the head of the family by myself."
Emperor Meiji gave an ambiguous answer. He neither refused nor agreed, but he pocketed the ten million yuan.
As for what happened next, Qian Ming said that once the ten million yuan fell into his hands, if that family continued sending him such wonderful flowers...
He could guarantee that not only would the other party fail to get the answer they wanted, he could also swindle tens of millions from them.
"Sorry, it's time for me to train the ninjas, so I'm