In the room, He Weng, Yu Feixue, and Zhuo Lin were staring at the check in front of them—one billion!
He Weng handed the check to Zhuo Lin.
Zhuo Lin dumbly looked up at He Weng and pushed the check back.
"This is your money!"
He wasn't someone who was obsessed with wealth. To Zhuo Lin, a gentleman seeks wealth through rightful means. He would never take something that didn't belong to him, not even at the cost of starving to death.
At his core, Zhuo Lin was a good person—a just, old-school good person.
He Weng felt a headache coming on.
Now that the money was genuinely in their hands, it had become a hot potato instead.
He definitely hadn't schemed to extort anyone.
He only wanted to help Zhuo Lin vent his frustrations and clear his name in the process.
Now, look at what happened.
One billion.
This had officially made them enemies with the Zhuo Family.
And serious enemies, at that.
How could one billion not burn in their hands?
