"Hurry up and transfer the debt to Lingya International's account!" Shen Lang demanded coldly.
Liu Qiang was drenched in cold sweat, utterly terrified by Shen Lang's imposing presence and extraordinary skills.
People risk their lives for money, and birds die for food. Liu Qiang was reluctant to part with the money and devised another plan.
"Brother, please listen to me. Our Haisha Textile Company is outdated and still conducts transactions in cash. How about this? You go and sit in the lobby on the first floor for a bit. I'll go to the finance office and prepare the cash. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll personally have someone deliver the 5 million in cash to you," Liu Qiang said with a flattering smile on his chubby face.
Shen Lang shrugged and said, "Fine, I can wait twenty minutes. But if I don't see the money in twenty minutes, you'll bear the consequences!"
"Alright, alright, I promise to bring it to you," Liu Qiang said nervously.