Chapter: 4203

Old Master Ren asked back, "So what do you propose?"

Joey's assistant hurriedly said, "We'll pay each of you $2 million upfront, and the remaining $3 million over three years in 36 installments!"

Old Master Ren spat out his response without hesitation: "You have only one choice - to transfer $5 million into each person's account within 24 hours, or else bear the consequences yourself!"

"Joey's assistant was still trying to argue logically: 'How will we ensure our interests then? You must give us some assurance, don't you?'"

Old Master Ren said with an air of superiority: "I have your promise!"

"Promise...," Joey's assistant said coldly, "Making a promise like this without sufficient assurance, who would dare to believe it?"

Old Master Ren asked back: "Do you think there are other choices besides believing me?"

Joey's assistant was suddenly speechless.

Meanwhile, Joey himself seemed to have already given up resisting and gestured with his hands.

Joey's assistant could only grit his teeth and say: "Alright! Then let's do it according to your plan! I'll send you an email address later. You count the names and account numbers, and then send them to my mailbox. Also, I need each missing person's family to record a video to prevent this money from falling into someone else's pocket!"

"Alright!" Old Master Ren suppressed his urge to shout with excitement and said coldly: "Send me the email address, and I'll get everything ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The moment the phone went dead, he exclaimed loudly: "They agreed! They agreed!"

Meanwhile, the atmosphere below was like a vast ocean of joy, with cheers so loud they seemed to lift the church off its foundation.

Some people even couldn't contain their excitement, shouting and jumping up and down as they watched the crowd's euphoric reaction. Their thrilled expressions were written all over their faces.

Old Master Ren felt a momentary lapse in his composure, gazing at the sea of excited faces below him and suddenly feeling a sense of chaos and disorder.

He vaguely remembered that distant year of 2006 when Italy won the World Cup, and people's excitement reached similar heights. Maybe even more so.

As for that old man who had lost three sons, he was about to become an elder, but now his face turned beet red with excitement as he shouted, "One person gets five million, that means my three sons can get fifteen hundred thousand dollars!"

Someone immediately scolded him, saying, "Albert, you're like a pile of crap! Don't forget that it's your three sons' lives at stake!"

Albert calmly asked, "Pipon, what do you mean? I see you were just as excited as me, but now you're attacking me because you think you lost one son and only got five million dollars. Really, it's too much of a pity! If I had known this would happen, I'd have let your two daughters join the group earlier!"

"You...you..." Pipon was caught off guard and didn't know how to respond, could only say with desperation, "I had planned for them to join early on, but the group had rules that prohibited women from participating in its affairs. It's all because of that damn Dinozzo!"

Dinozzo, that's Claudia's dad.

No one thought that he, who had always been well-liked, would be hated by the group members at this moment because their family members were resentful.

The family members present had already turned red-eyed, but it wasn't out of sadness; it was excitement.

Five million US dollars per person - no matter where in the world, this amount is more than enough for most people to earn in a lifetime, even several lifetimes. JrNovels.com