Two million in cash was packed into two large black bags, and Cheng Ling tossed the money as if she were throwing away trash.
"You really do have money!" Old Man Chen's eyes swiveled, not in a hurry to take the money, "Mr. Ming Wei is a well-known tycoon in the world of painting."
"This is Cheng Ling's own money, saved up over a lifetime, from working many jobs."
"Tsk, stingy. Not manly at all. If you had some backbone, you would fulfill my demands right now, and I guarantee I won't come looking for you guys again." Old Man Chen glanced at Ming Wei with contempt as he picked up the money.
"What demands?" Cheng Ling looked at Ming Wei with alert.
Ming Wei said, "He wants two of Bi Qing's paintings."
"Absolutely not!" Cheng Ling almost jumped up, "This scum doesn't deserve to own Bi Qing's paintings!"
"I didn't agree."
