Wan Sanqian froze as he looked at Lin Lang's outstretched hand. "How could I possibly be carrying that much money?"
The largest banknote in Great Ming was only ten thousand taels. He could not fit that many on his person.
Lin Lang shook his head. "You're gambling with your own life."
With that, he gave Wan Sanqian a resounding slap, sending blood streaming from both nostrils.
"I don't like the way you're looking at me. What, not happy?"
"I wonder how much pain someone who spends every day in fine silks, eating delicacies, can take."
Feeling that Lin Lang was going to kill him, Wan Sanqian hurriedly said, "Wait! This thumb ring of mine can withdraw one million taels of silver from any Datong Money House."
"As for the rest, I can only give it to you after I go back. It might not be gold or silver, but other precious things instead. None of my businesses can move such a large sum without me."
Lin Lang had known these magnates all had ways to get their hands on money at any time.
"You just had to ask for a beating! Remember, you owe me two million taels. Interest starts today. I'll charge you ten percent a day."
"Pay it off quickly, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Wan Sanqian endured the pain without daring to make a sound.
Even borrowing from a gambling den did not carry such steep interest. They only charged thirty percent a month.
Lin Lang's interest would reach three times the principal in a month.
Little did he know that Lin Lang's calculations would make it far more than three times, because Lin Lang charged compound interest.
Surely Great Ming’s Richest Man could afford that little bit of interest?
He was positively eager