"One hundred thousand... five hundred million!" Xiu Ju's beautiful eyes widened in horror. "Shen Qiang, did they really transfer five hundred million from Bianyi's account to yours? My goodness! How is that possible!"
Compared to Xiu Ju's shock, Shen Qiang's gaze was not only cold, but he also said in a stern voice, "Only five hundred million? As expected, this bastard is thinking of letting my Datong River go for cheap. Do you know, if I agreed to sell fifty percent of Datong River, I wouldn't dare claim more, but thirty billion, definitely no problem."
No sooner had Shen Qiang finished speaking than his cell phone rang. He saw the number and knew it was Bianyi.
The call connected.
Bianyi's voice was dark and threatening. "Shen Qiang, a sum of money just arrived in my account. How did it immediately transfer to yours?"
Shen Qiang replied indifferently with a raised eyebrow, "The transfer note was very clear, wasn't it? It's the private debt you owe me."
