Da Jin switched to a new phone and dialled a call, "Sister Xiang."
Who else would want to kill the Luo Family but Tang Xiang?
"How's it going, smooth?"
Da Jin, speaking with a Beijing accent, sounded very hearty, "When Da Jin takes action, it must go smoothly." He then asked, "Sister Xiang, how much do you think is appropriate for the ransom?"
He thought, well, the Luo Family is wealthy, so they could ask for quite a bit, maybe somewhere in the seven figures like three to five million.
"Their father-daughter affection is deep; of course, we should ask for more."
Great minds think alike, Da Jin got a bit excited, "How much more?" Maybe five million? Or even seven million? Ah, he was getting carried away!
Tang Xiang spoke lightly, as if discussing something trivial, "Let's start by asking for a hundred million."
She sounded as if she was saying, "Let's just take a kilo of radishes."
Da Jin stood dumbfounded, "..."
A hundred million?!
