On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"You might not know this, but I'm a very traditional, good person."

"This is my investment in my heir." Chi Zheng finally spoke, "As long as you can leave here within a week."

His tone sounded slightly impatient and more confident. "You should be able to calculate this account clearly. This is a win-win situation."

"Win-win, who wins? You and me?" Chen Qian couldn't help but be a little surprised. He sneered, "He used to be able to be dealt with with just a threat, but now I can finally negotiate a deal with you, Mr. Chi. It seems that I haven't just grown old in the past few years."

Chen Qian picked up the light piece of paper and imagined whether such a large sum of money would be like a small mountain if converted into banknotes.

Of course, the pressure alone can crush a person to death, he thought with a curled mouth.

"But I think you think too highly of me. How should I put it—" Chen Qian raised his hand and touched his nose, "I'm probably not worth that much money. Besides, you wouldn't be so naive as to think that all these recent troubles are caused by me, right? Just for me?"

"Chinese medicine often requires some unimportant things as medicine guides. Only with the use of medicine guides can its medicinal properties be maximized." Chi Zheng's face did not change at all, and he looked expressionless.

On the contrary, the butler beside him was a little impatient, like a loyal dog protecting his master, and was about to bare his teeth at Chen Qian.

Chen Qian gave him a friendly and pretty smile with a shy face, but in return he received an even more ferocious glare from the other party.

"You compare me to someone so important." Chen Qianshou felt a thin layer of sweat forming in his heart, sticky and uncomfortable. "But you know very well that no matter whether it's feelings or anything else, you can't control the counterattack of someone who has worked so hard to sit in the upper position."

"Unless he had planned to escape."

"Don't you want to know why you are qualified to negotiate a deal with me?" Chi Zheng suddenly asked, but his expression remained serious and he did not allow any further discussion.

This question made Chen Qian stunned. He secretly complained: If I knew, I would have the bargaining chips in my hand. Why would I go through so much trouble and not even be able to rescue a person?

"I don't know. What makes you so patient with me? You have to tell me."

I just don't know, so I'm being so cautious even when being bold.

The bird outside the window suddenly fell from the treetop with a thud. Chen Qian subconsciously looked out the window and saw a black shadow.

Just as the black shadow was about to fall to the ground, it suddenly spun up, quickly passed by the window frame, and disappeared.

"I don't know?" Chi Zheng looked at him lightly, "Then you are being too presumptuous."

"Really? It's just superficial. You are the type who will do anything to achieve your goal. I am actually very scared." Chen Qian deliberately shuddered in accordance with the meaning of the words.

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Qian noticed that the other person's expression collapsed a little. He applauded himself in his heart, but also became more nervous unconsciously.

"So what is it, then? The reason for your patience."

What is it? It is the chips prepared by Chi Mu himself.

"You shouldn't have known this—" Chi Zheng's tone dragged out, "He said your life is connected to his."

……

"Hey, Chen Qian. Good evening!"

"What's good about that...why are you here too?"

"You're here already, and you're asking me why I'm here too?"

There was a huge contrast between Chi Yuxing's cheerful tone and his hoarse and low voice, as well as his miserable appearance as he was hung on the wall.

"Second Young Master, please stop talking. Behave yourself and try to get out as soon as possible." The man who brought Chen Qian in was a tall and strong man with a crew cut and a fierce look on his face.

He persuaded Chi Yuxing with a helpless look on his face, and tied Chen Qian up with a hemp rope just like Chi Yuxing, and then fixed it to a hook embedded in the wall.

"You make it sound like I don't want to go out." Chi Yuxing squeezed out a "Qi——" from between his teeth.

He smiled mischievously with the corners of his mouth raised, and grimaced in pain because of the wound on his face.

"Chen Qian, look at me," he said, turning to Chen Qian after the pain had subsided a little. "Those who know me think I filmed Duan Chimu, but those who don't think I fucking dragged that damn old man's wife to film him!"

"Ancestor - please say less!" The man with a crew cut finally tied up the powerless Chen Qian, but the next second he was scared to death by Chi Yuxing's arrogant words.

He rushed forward hastily and covered Chi Yuxing's cursing mouth with his hands. His movements were so rough that Chi Yuxing gasped for breath due to the pain in his skin and flesh.

Chen Qian glanced at the buzz-cut man and his behavior, which was so inconsistent with his overall image. He couldn't help but laugh twice, and then asked, "Is this your man?"

"No, this is my brother." Chi Yuxing shook off the slap that was pressing against his face, shook his head, and nodded at the man with the crew cut with a bright smile.

"Your brother didn't hit me hard when he beat me." Chen Qian complained aggrievedly, glancing at the man with the crew cut's expression and watching his eyes.

His stomach and side are still hurting right now, and it will probably take a while.

The guy with the buzz cut chuckled and touched the top of the burr's head a little embarrassedly, "I heard you know a lot, but I never thought you were just a show-off."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

"He hit me hard, so just bear with it." Chi Yuxing watched the buzz-cut guy leave the small room and said happily, "From now on, we'll probably have to rely on him for food, drink, and toilet."