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Zhang Long restrained his inner roar, took out a check from his pocket, then quickly wrote a number and handed the check to Ren Feng.

"Here's one million, consider it your firefighting fee, what do you think?" Zhang Long said calmly.

Since the other party was just asking for money, he could dismiss him with some cash, and a million wasn't a small amount.

Unexpectedly, Ren Feng took the check and directly set it on fire with a lighter.

"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Long's heart was filled with anger.

"Oh, I was just testing if this check was flammable, and it turns out, it's indeed flammable." Ren Feng said with a serious face.

Zhang Long was so angry he could spit blood, he took out another check and directly wrote 5 million on it.

"Here's 5 million, is that enough?"

There was dissatisfaction in Zhang Long's words.

Unexpectedly, Ren Feng lit the check again.

Zhang Long was about to roar: "How much do you want?"

Ren Feng pressed the burning chair against another one, and soon, the other chair caught fire as well, filling the conference room with smoke.

"Mr. Zhang, it's not about how much I want, but rather how big the fire is and how fast it spreads. In our business, both parties should be satisfied, right?" Ren Feng said with a serious face.

Satisfied my butt, you're clearly committing arson.

Zhang Long was almost in tears inside, this guy was out to ruin him.

Without another word, Zhang Long quickly wrote a number on the check.

"This is 10 million!" Zhang Long gritted his teeth and said.

Unexpectedly, Ren Feng stood up straight: "Mr. Zhang, I see the fire is spreading badly, it seems like it's about to reach your office."

"..."

Zhang Long's hand was riddled with blue veins, he swore, if he could physically overpower Ren Feng, he'd strangle him right there.

"Just tell me how much you want." Zhang Long said weakly.

"Mr. Zhang, you're really straightforward, so I'll say it."

Ren Feng felt he had almost finished playing, so he directly said: "Mr. Zhang, with all this smoke and the severity of the fire, if not handled promptly, it could cause more serious damage. Let's say, 80 million for you, you're not losing out, right?"

"What?" Zhang Long's eyes almost popped out, you want 80 million?

"Mr. Zhang, are you not satisfied? You know, the fire could reach your office in the next second." There was a hint of threat in Ren Feng's words.

Spread, spread my butt, my office is on the fifteenth floor.

Zhang Long was mentally collapsing, his expression speechless, he took a deep breath, "Fine, 80 million for you!"

Damn it, my money isn't that easy to take, you'll have to spit it out later!

Zhang Long wrote the check and handed it to Ren Feng, unexpectedly, Ren Feng set it on fire again.

This time, Zhang Long couldn't hold back and roared: "What the hell do you want? Can't you just say it directly?"

"Mr. Zhang, don't get excited, I'm just not used to checks, better transfer directly to me." Ren Feng said seriously.

Zhang Long: "..."

Soon after, Zhang Long transferred the money to Ren Feng, feeling a bit exhausted.

"The money's transferred, can you leave now?" Zhang Long sat in his chair, feeling very tired.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, there's one more thing." Ren Feng said somewhat apologetically.

Zhang Long: "..."

He swore he wished he could cut Ren Feng down.

"It's like this, Mr. Zhang, you previously borrowed 80 million from my friend, so about the money…" Ren Feng dragged out his tone.

Zhang Long's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, "Just tell me, which company is your friend from?"

"Flying Snow Group, Mr. Zhang. I'm not here to collect a debt for the company, just that the chairman of Flying Snow Group is my friend, you know, I'm always loyal, when a friend is in trouble, I can't help but assist."

Zhang Long's mouth twitched a little: "I remember I owe Flying Snow Group 80 million, but didn't I just give you 80 million?"

"Eh? Mr. Zhang, one must be clear about grudges, wasn't that 80 million my firefighting fee?"

Zhang Long: "..."

Looking at Ren Feng's serious face, Zhang Long felt he'd develop a heart disease out of anger, he ****** should have had his secretary prepare some Rapid-acting Heart-saving Elixir.

Looking at the utterly shameless Ren Feng, Zhang Long restrained the urge to hack him to death, knowing this guy in front of him was just too difficult to deal with.

He transferred another 80 million to Ren Feng, and said weakly: "Can you leave now?"

"Of course, of course, Mr. Zhang is really straightforward, I like it." Ren Feng said happily, "Since things are settled, let me put out the fire for you."

Actually, there were only a few burning chairs, aside from the smoke, there wasn't any fire disaster at all.

Watching Ren Feng leave, Zhang Long slumped in his chair, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

Meanwhile, outside the building, a group of debt collectors were also discussing.

"Do you guys think this brother could get the money back?"

"Hard to say, although he's tough, Zhang Long is notoriously difficult and stingy."

"Exactly, Zhang Long procrastinates too much. The company is clearly rich, yet delays our debt. Our boss has gray hair from worry, and the 40 million is nowhere in sight."

"Hey, look, he's coming out."

Suddenly, everyone gathered around.

"Brother, did you get the money back?" asked a man with glasses.

"Got it back." Ren Feng blinked, "Mr. Zhang was easy to deal with. Apart from the previous 80 million, he forcefully gave me an extra 80 million, I couldn't refuse."

The people around were dumbfounded, wondering if they heard wrong.

"Holy shit, brother, are you joking?"

"Exactly, brother, you're way too fierce, extracting another 80 million?"

Ren Feng chuckled: "It's just average, guys, I'm heading out first, you all wait patiently."

After saying this, Ren Feng planned to return to Flying Snow Group.

The man with glasses stared blankly at Ren Feng's back, suddenly a flash of inspiration struck his mind: "Brother, wait a moment."

"What's up? Anything else?" Ren Feng turned back.

"It's like this, brother, Zhang Long also owes our company 30 million, could you maybe help us out?" the man with glasses cautiously asked.

At this question, everyone around remembered, yeah, why not ask Ren Feng for help?

"Brother, Zhanglong Group owes us 10 million, could you lend a hand?"

"Brother, our company also has 8 million of debt."

"Well," Ren Feng furrowed his brows slightly.

The man with glasses reacted quickly, hurriedly said: "Brother, we wouldn't ask you to help for free, if you can recover the debt, we'll give you 3% of the debt as your share."

The others also chimed in: "Brother, we don't have that much, but we can also offer you 3%."

"We're also 3%."

Ren Feng was delighted, "Alright, give me the IOUs."