As soon as Zhou Wanyong heard these words, he slammed the coffee table in front of him and said, "He Xiao, you're damn ruthless, huh? I owe you just a little money, and you're already eyeing my land titles? Do you know how much those plots are worth? At least five billion. I don't care what you're planning, call your men now and make them back off, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
He Xiao smiled upon hearing this.
He pulled out a folder from under the coffee table.
After opening it, he pushed it in front of Zhou Wanyong and said, "President Zhou, you might have forgotten, the due date on the IOU was a month ago. It's been over a month, and you haven't shown any intention of paying back. Don't you think I'm in urgent need of money?"
"Do I look like someone who can't pay back? Do you know who I am? It's just six hundred million, right? I warn you, obediently call your men, or else I won't hold back."
Zhou Wanyong roared.
Under such threats.
