Zhang Long restrained his inner roar, took out a check from his pocket, then quickly wrote a number and handed the check to Ren Feng.
"Here's one million, consider it your firefighting fee, what do you think?" Zhang Long said calmly.
Since the other party was just asking for money, he could dismiss him with some cash, and a million wasn't a small amount.
Unexpectedly, Ren Feng took the check and directly set it on fire with a lighter.
"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Long's heart was filled with anger.
"Oh, I was just testing if this check was flammable, and it turns out, it's indeed flammable." Ren Feng said with a serious face.
Zhang Long was so angry he could spit blood, he took out another check and directly wrote 5 million on it.
"Here's 5 million, is that enough?"
There was dissatisfaction in Zhang Long's words.
Unexpectedly, Ren Feng lit the check again.
Zhang Long was about to roar: "How much do you want?"
