Scared to Death

"50 million." The woman asked for an exorbitant price.

"Are you stealing it?" Rong Xueling scolded.

But the woman was not angry. "Yes, I'm stealing. If I don't want the money that came to my door, am I stupid?"

"I… I don't have 50 million…" Rong Xueling's voice was low.

"No? Then I'm sorry, I'll call the police immediately." The woman's tone was relaxed.

"Don't… don't… I, I'll try…" Rong Xueling was both afraid and hateful.

"Don't try!" The woman said coldly. "I'll give you a bank account number. Before two in the morning tomorrow, I want you to transfer the money over. Otherwise…"

"You only want me to transfer money. What about the photos? Didn't you say that you have photos in your hands?" Rong Xueling seemed to have finally become smart for once. "I'll only give you half of the money. The rest, in person, I'll hand over the money and you'll hand over the goods!"