"Alright, I'll give you a little. So, how much? A few hundred?"
"Drop dead!" Qi Manlin was so anxious she almost jumped up. She gestured with her hand, "70-30 split!"
"Damn, 70-30 split? You just open your mouth and you want two million? Why not just rob a bank?"
"Wrong!" Qi Manlin smiled sinisterly, "When I say 70-30, I mean I get 70, you get 30!"
Lin Mu, upon hearing this, opened his mouth so wide it seemed like his eyes and nose had no place on his face.
Lin Mu truly wished he were dead at this point. He might as well just hang himself with a long noodle. Almost crying, he said, "Oh my God, Chief Qi, you want five million? Are you trying to drain my blood?"
