c30: Profiteer (2)

Yang Jian pondered.

From Wang Bin’s tone and attitude on the phone, it could be deduced that Wang Shanshan had indeed met a ghost.

It was very likely that it was the ghost baby that had escaped from the school.

But it didn’t make sense.

Although the ghost baby wasn’t as scary as the door-knocking old man, Wang Shanshan was just an ordinary person. If she had really met the baby, she shouldn’t be alive now.

After all, a ghost wouldn’t negotiate with its victims when it killed.

“Hello, can you hear me?” Hearing that Yang Jian was silent, Wang Bin asked.

Yang Jian came back to his senses and said, “I can solve Wang Shanshan’s matter, but it’s very troublesome. I almost could not leave the school alive after saving your daughter for free last time. But this time, I don’t intend to do you a favor, and I won’t help you for free, so Uncle Wang… … Name a price. How much do you plan to pay me to solve this problem for you?”

Wang Bin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and immediately said, “If Shanshan can return to normal, I can give you 20,000 Yuan as a reward in private. Of course, if you can’t help my daughter, you won’t get a single cent.”

He didn’t expect this student called Yang Jian to be so familiar with society’s ways that he would ask for money before doing things.

Wang Bin’s tone immediately became much more distant.

“Twenty thousand? I thought you would say two hundred thousand. Twenty thousand is too little. This matter is very dangerous. It is not as simple as you think. If I don’t do something, not only Wang Shanshan, but your entire family may die. After all, that thing has no concern of mercy when it kills,” Yang Jian said.

If he wanted to deal with the ghost baby, he would have to use the ghost power, and that would speed up the revival of the malicious ghost.

In other words, he was risking his life to help.

If he sacrificed himself to illuminate others, he would be a candle.

Yang Jian was not a candle, and he needed to earn some labor fees. Besides, Wang Shanshan’s family was rich, but he was truly very poor.

“50,000, how about it?” Wang Bin replied.

“It seems that Uncle Wang is still unclear about the market quotation of such matters. Solving a similar case overseas would cost at least five million US dollars to start, but I’m a very reasonable person. For the sake of her being my classmate, 500,000,” Yang Jian said seriously.

“F*ck, five hundred thousand. You must be crazy about money. How can you still have the face to say that it’s for the sake of a classmate?” Even Wang Bin, who had a good temper, could not help but fly into a rage when he heard the price.

Yang Jian did not get angry and smiled instead, “Uncle Wang, you don’t have to be angry. With your family’s condition, five hundred thousand might be a little painful, but it’s not a sum that you can’t take out. After all, just your family house itself is worth at least four million. Alright, let’s end the call here. Uncle Wang, you’d better think it through before replying. It’s best to be quick. Because if it’s too late, either Wang Shanshan dies or I die. I won’t be living for long but I still have my mother to take care of. I’m using my life to earn your money and I don’t have it easy either. If it’s too late, even if you want to find someone to help then, it won’t be something that can be solved with money. Also, don’t call this number in the future. Call my other phone. Calling that phone is free.”

After saying that, he gave Zhou Zheng’s satellite positioning phone number to Wang Bin and hung up the phone.

“Friend, for all these phones of yours, I can give you five thousand Yuan,” The boss said at this time.

Five thousand Yuan?

Yang Jian put down the phone and frowned. “So little? Boss, you must be joking.”

“Your phones are all worthless. For example, this latest fruit phone is fake,” The boss said. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.”

After saying that, he really took apart the phone. It was indeed a fake.

Fake?

This profiteer was bullsh*ting.

How could he not know whether Zhang Wei’s phone was real or fake?

Yang Jian’s face darkened. “Boss, you didn’t secretly switch the phone when I was on the phone just now, right?”

“How could I do such a thing with my honest business? Your phone is obviously a fake. If you don’t want to sell it, you can take it back. I won’t accept the other phones either,” The boss looked indifferent and immediately changed his attitude. He waved his hand and chased Yang Jian away.

Yang Jian stood up and grabbed the boss’ lapel, his bloodshot eyes gave off a faint red light and a strange coldness, “Do you have a death wish, you profiteer? If you want to die, just say it. I’ll grant you your wish. To think you dare to lie to me.”

The boss looked into Yang Jian’s eyes and was shocked.

Was this the gaze a person could have?

Cold without a trace of emotion and gave off a terrifying eerieness.