226: Kick yourself into hell

Yamai Murayu said, "You own 10% of Bingmi Milk Tea, and Bingmi Milk Tea cost over three billion!"

"Three hundred million! As long as you can come up with three hundred million, we won't pursue your responsibility!"

Wei Xiaoyan was stunned.

She had to return three hundred million!

Where would she get three hundred million?

"I don't have that much money!" Wei Xiaoyan said with a bitter face.

Yamai Murayu frowned, "Then how much do you have?"

Wei Xiaoyan said, "I have one hundred eighty thousand. Do you think I can pay this first?"

The one hundred eighty thousand she had was the salary Qian Ziyong paid her when she was Working for him.

Ever since she followed Yamai Makino and became the President of Bingmi Milk Tea, although the salary was said to be one hundred thousand a month.

But before even a month had passed, Bingmi Milk Tea went bankrupt.

She didn't even get her salary.

Hearing that Wei Xiaoyan only had one hundred eighty thousand, Yamai Murayu stood up angrily, "Are you playing with me?"

"It's all because of you that Muye fell for Qian Ziyong's trick!"

"It's all because of you that Muye acquired Bingmi Milk Tea!"

"Our Shanjing Consortium lost over three billion!"

"You're telling me you only have one hundred eighty thousand?"

"One hundred eighty thousand?"

Wei Xiaoyan trembled in fear at Yamai Murayu's fierce gaze.

Now she regretted it immensely. If she had known these people were so ruthless, she would never have gotten involved with them.

How good Qian Ziyong was to her.

Although he looked down on her, well... he didn't really look down on her.

Qian Ziyong seemed to not look down on anyone.

He just didn't take her to heart, that's all.

Although Qian Ziyong didn't take her to heart, he always paid her salary.

No matter what she did, Qian Ziyong didn't care and still gave her money!

And he would never treat her like this.

Yelling at her at every turn, and even trying to stab her with a knife!

It hurt so much, the wound really hurt.

She wanted to go home...

"I, I don't have three hundred million, I can... I can earn it slowly!"

"I will definitely pay you back, please don't kill me!" Wei Xiaoyan pleaded bitterly.

Yamai Murayu said disdainfully, "Earn?"

"How will you earn it?"

"With your body, or your knowledge?"

Wei Xiaoyan was afraid of being sold to Africa and quickly said, "My knowledge, I graduated from Harvard, I can earn a lot, a lot of money!"

Hearing Wei Xiaoyan say that she graduated from Harvard and could earn a lot of money, Yamai Murayu burst into laughter.

"Graduated from Harvard?"

"Graduating from Harvard means nothing!"

"Do you know how many college students who graduated from Harvard our Shanjing Consortium has?"

"Do you know how many college students who graduated from Harvard want to join our Shanjing Consortium?"

"We pay them thirty thousand a month, and they are grateful to us!"

"Thirty thousand a month, how many years will it take to earn three hundred million?"

"I can tell you, ten thousand months, nearly three hundred years!"

"Are you telling me your knowledge can pay me back?"

Wei Xiaoyan was stunned to hear that Harvard-graduated college students only earned thirty thousand a month at the Shanjing Consortium.

Qian Ziyong also gave her thirty thousand a month back then.

So that was the market price!

Perhaps her salary would increase in the future, maybe to one hundred thousand a month, but how long would that take at the Shanjing Consortium?

However, there were many employees who earned one hundred thousand a month Working with Qian Ziyong.

As long as she worked hard, with Qian Ziyong's generous nature towards employees, he would definitely not treat her unfairly.

She had just joined, and Qian Ziyong made her the Vice President of Bingmi Milk Tea!

How much Qian Ziyong valued her!

Why did she betray President Qian!

Wuwu...

She regretted it.

"Speak!" Yamai Murayu roared.

"No... I can't!" Wei Xiaoyan stammered.

Yamai Murayu said nothing more, motioning for Yamai Makino to continue.

Wei Xiaoyan retreated repeatedly, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Yamai Makino stepped forward, about to kill Wei Xiaoyan.

Yamai Murayu thought for a moment, then reached out to stop him, "Forget it, sell her to Africa. That way, we can recover some of the loss."

Wei Xiaoyan's face changed drastically when she heard she was going to be sold to Africa.

The bodyguards immediately picked up Wei Xiaoyan and dragged her outside.

"President Qian... will avenge me!" Wei Xiaoyan stared fixedly at Yamai Makino and Yamai Murayu.

Wei Xiaoyan shivered at the thought of being sold to Africa.

She thought of Qian Ziyong.

What she remembered most clearly was when she triumphantly went to see President Qian.

That was the last time she saw President Qian.

At that time, she told President Qian that she had acquired his Milk Tea Shop.

President Qian was begging her then, begging her not to acquire it.

Begging her to return the Milk Tea Shop to him.

At that time, she only felt incredibly satisfied.

She still clearly remembered that President Qian cried.

Initially, she thought President Qian cried because of the Milk Tea Shop, but now she understood.

He had already seen the future.

He saw her future.

He must have been crying for her.

And that kick!

She remembered kicking President Qian, but that kick wasn't to President Qian; it was her kicking herself into hell.

She regretted it so much.

If she had another chance, she would definitely follow President Qian and do things properly!

After Wei Xiaoyan was dragged away, Yamai Makino pointed the samurai sword in his hand at his abdomen.

"This samurai sword is called Qinglan; it's a famous sword!"

"Dying by this sword won't dishonor you!" Yamai Murayu signaled Yamai Makino to act quickly.

"Brother!" Yamai Makino gave Yamai Murayu one last look.

Yamai Murayu sighed.

He was Yamai Makino's cousin, a very close one.

Yamai Murayu closed his eyes and said, "If you had acquired Bingmi Milk Tea and discovered it was a trap, and were willing to admit a loss of twenty billion, and just given it up...

"I could have saved your life!"

"But by misappropriating the Consortium's funds... I can only use your life to account to others!"

"No one can bear this responsibility; only your death can put an end to it!"

"Go in peace; I will take good care of your child!"

"Your wife..."

Hearing Yamai Murayu talk about his wife, Yamai Makino's tears fell like rain.

He missed his wife somewhat.

"Can I..." Before Yamai Makino could finish speaking, Yamai Murayu rudely interrupted him.

"Enough! You can die now!" Yamai Murayu was annoyed that he was wasting too much time.

Hearing this, Yamai Makino said no more, gestured a few times with his hand, and finally gritted his teeth, plunging the sword into his abdomen.

"Qian Ziyong! I won't let you go even as a ghost!"

Yamai Makino roared and then passed away!

Seeing Yamai Makino dead, Yamai Murayu bowed to him.

"Give him a grand burial!"

"Yes!" The subordinates around him all nodded.

...

Meanwhile, Qian Ziyong felt restless.

He kept sneezing.

He felt like someone was thinking of him.

Sometimes he would shiver.

His left eye kept twitching.

"Left eye wealth, right eye disaster, I'm definitely going to get rich soon!" Qian Ziyong muttered to himself.

Then his left eye stopped twitching, and his right eye started.

"Right eye wealth, left eye disaster, I'm indeed going to get rich!" Qian Ziyong muttered to himself again.

Just then, Chen Jingfu called him, "Ziyong, we're rich!"

"We're super rich!"