Chapter 100 (1/2)

At the moment, Jiang Xianyong hates song Yan, but he dare not show it, but 400 million yuan is too much for him. It's like cutting his heart with a knife.

”Mr. Song, how about one hundred million?”

”There's one more time left, Mr. Jiang. You need to think about it before you speak.” Song Yan laughed, but his smile fell in Jiang Xianyong's eyes, but there was a sense of shivering, and his face was full of tangled colors.

”Mr. Jiang left the green mountain without worrying about burning wood!” Yang zaiqai on one side advised.

”NIMA, I don't want you to take 400 million yuan in total. I don't know if you are upset.” Jiang Xianyong would like to point at Yang jaechai's nose and scold him. Although there are more than 100 million earnings per month in the gambling field, he has a group of people under his control, and the earnings are not exclusive to him alone. More than 60% of the earnings should be handed over to him.

So 400 million is more than what he gets in a year.

Thinking of this, he almost regretted the youth of his intestines, knowing that he should not have that greedy.

”Mr. Song, report your account number. I'll transfer it to you right away.”

”Mr. Jiang is really forthright, seeing money as dirt!” Song Yan smiled and joked, reporting his bank account number to Jiang Xianyong.

”Mr. Song, I'm really joking.” Jiang Xianyong smiled awkwardly, but scolded in his heart. Then, he took Yang's laptop, logged in his bank account, and transferred 400 million yuan to song Yan's account.

Originally, the laptop was brought to let song Yan transfer money, but it turned into his transfer.

As soon as Jiang Xianyong transferred the money, song Yan's mobile phone came with a message from the bank. He took a look and found that the fund in his account had reached more than 580 million yuan.

In an ordinary hotel room in Xiangcheng, even in the daytime, the windows are covered with curtains.

There is no light in the room, only a laptop is on. In front of the computer, a blonde white man is sitting, his hands are pounding on the keyboard.

After a while, the blonde white man showed a cold smile, while the computer screen showed the whole body of a tall and handsome boy.

If song Yan was here, he would be surprised how the white man could have his picture.

The white man, Lawrence, is one of the gold medal killers in the dark world. After finding his head through the localizer in Hans' skull, he judged that Hans died in the hand of blood rose through the wound.

But as far as he knew, the betrayer of blood rose was seriously injured in the process of defection, so he suspected that the blood rose should be Hans killed with someone's help.

Therefore, he invaded the Tianwang system of Xiangcheng, locked the area where Hans was killed through investigation, and finally locked song Yan through the investigation of the people in and out of this area.

Turn off the photo of song Yan. Hans hits the keyboard again. Then, song Yan's information appears on the computer.

Song Yan returned to Xiangcheng from Fulin village. It was more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

Although Hansha had allowed him to arrange his time freely, he decided to go to school for half a day.

Coincidentally, this class is Hansha's.

”May I come in?” Song Yan said with a smile.

Hansha glared at Song Yan angrily. He just promised this boy yesterday. Today, he was absent from class for half a day. He wanted to scold him. But thinking of her agreement with him, Hansha could only say: ”come in.”

”Thank you, Miss Han.”

Song Yan smiled and walked into the classroom to his seat.