"Three hundred thousand is not enough, you were just saying two million." The other party immediately demanded a huge increase.
"What are you saying, you're deliberately toying with us?" Lin Chuan asked coldly.
"Heh heh, so what if I am?" Old Wu sneered: "If you don't want the information, feel free not to transfer the money."
After saying that, the other party unceremoniously hung up the phone.
Tang Yumeng became anxious, but Lin Chuan revealed a strangely sly smile. They immediately stopped a taxi and headed straight for the address sent by Miss Lan. It's located at No. 9 Wanglong Road, Wangcheng Slope. A dilapidated residential building, three stories high, with a fenced space in front and back filled with a variety of blooming flowers, and a man in a white tank top was hoeing weeds in the garden with a straw hat on. His skin was dark, and he had a cigarette in his mouth.
Lin Chuan and Tang Yumeng walked over slowly.
