Jiang Zhi was silent for a while: "Forty thousand.

In addition to the 30,000 yuan compensation, I will give you another 10,000 yuan.

All you have to do is post on Weibo saying 'Jiang Zhi has nothing to do with suicide' and the 40,000 will be yours."

Wang Mingyong's heart skipped a beat.

But 40,000 yuan was obviously not as good as 60,000 yuan, so he refused again: "Don't say it, it's impossible.

I'm very weak now and don't have time to talk to you."

"Fifty thousand! In addition to the twenty thousand in compensation, I'll give you another thirty thousand!"

The fifty thousand words made Wang Mingyong's heart beat faster.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he realized that he seemed to be wrong.

Hei Jiangzhi can indeed make a lot of money, but the fastest way to make the most money should be to negotiate with her.

His account has so much traffic now that he can easily make up some negative information about her and get her into trouble.

What is the biggest fear of a young actress who has just become popular and is in a rapid growth period?

Isn’t it just that you are stuck in trouble and can’t get out!

He now has such a big bargaining chip in his hand, why does he still want to engage in those petty black things?

Thinking of this, Wang Mingyong's heart began to beat rapidly.

After taking a deep breath, he put the phone to his ear again: "Oh my god, is Jiang the big star going to throw money at me?

But unfortunately, this trick doesn’t work.”

Jiang Zhi on the other end of the phone glanced at Yunli, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

She knew he had taken the bait.

Jiang Zhi: "I am really sincere, and I am really sorry for what happened to you.

You know, I lost my job as soon as I became famous, so I really can't make much money.

How about I add another ten thousand?"

Wang Mingyong's eyes were full of brilliance, but his tone was weak and hateful: "Big star Jiang, do you know how much blood I shed after cutting my wrists?

Do you know how much psychological trauma your fans' online violence has brought to me?

When I cut my wrists and lost a lot of blood, I really thought I was going to die.

Do you know what it feels like to die?

How can you have the nerve to say 60,000 yuan?

Can a mere 60,000 yuan compensate for my life and the psychological damage I've suffered?"

Jiang Zhi slowly raised the corners of his lips, his tone apologetic: "I'm really sorry, so how much is it?"

Wang Mingyong heard this, greed rose in his eyes: "Jiang Zhi.

Now you are saying that you want to compensate me, why are you asking me back?

The way you look at me makes me think you are just talking."

Jiang Zhi was silent for a moment: "I only have 100,000 yuan left on hand now. 100,000 yuan is the maximum amount I can give you."

"Oh, one hundred thousand?" Wang Mingyong sneered, "Jiang Zhi, are you kidding me?

After "Jiuli" became a hit, you took on so many endorsements and film and television dramas. You don't know it yourself, but as your assistant, how could I not know it?

During that period, you probably earned tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions.

One hundred thousand yuan, is my life only worth one hundred thousand yuan in your eyes?

Or do you think your innocence is only worth a mere 100,000?"

Jiang Zhi: “After I became famous, I did receive a lot of endorsements and film and television dramas, but not much of the endorsement fees or film remuneration went to me.

You also know that I have signed a contract with the agency.

The contract I signed with the company stated that 80% of all my profits in the next eight years would go to the company.

In addition, my agent also gets a share of the money.

I really don’t have much money on hand right now.”

Wang Mingyong knew what she said was true: "Well, okay, who made me soft-hearted?

One million.

If you give me one million, this matter will be over.

As soon as the one million arrives, I'll do as you said and post on Weibo: 'Suicide has nothing to do with Jiang Zhi.'"

"One million?" Jiang Zhi bit her lip. "How can I have one million? One hundred and fifty thousand. I'll give you one hundred and fifty thousand."

"If I say one million, then it's one million." Wang Mingyong's voice turned cold, "What do you think if I post a Weibo now?

What would happen if he said his heart stopped beating during the rescue and almost all the blood in his body was replaced?

Hearing this, Jiang Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, but his tone was full of anger: "Are you threatening me? You are blackmailing me!"

"Blackmail?" Wang Mingyong curled his lips. "Give me one million, and I'll do as you say and post on Weibo saying 'Suicide has nothing to do with Jiang Zhi.'

If you don't give it to me, then I can only tell the truth.

As for what kind of consequences it will cause, that is not something I can control.

I'm clearly negotiating with you, how could this be blackmail?"

Jiang Zhi's tone was extremely angry: "But I really don't have one million!"

Wang Mingyong yawned and said nonchalantly, "Then I can only tell the truth."

"You!" Jiang Zhi took a deep breath and said in a humble tone, "I really don't have one million right now.

I'll transfer you 100,000 first, and give me some time for the remaining 900,000."

"Tsk, alright." Wang Mingyong's eyes were full of smiles, "You're so pitiful that I feel embarrassed to refuse you.

There's nothing I can do. Who made me so soft-hearted?

Please transfer the 100,000 to me now, and I'll give you three days to pay the remaining money.

If I don’t see the 900,000 in three days, I don’t know what will happen.”

Jiang Zhi also had a smile on his face, but his tone was still humble: "I understand, I will transfer the 100,000 to you now."

She said she would transfer it, and when she saw Wang Mingyong received the 100,000, she seemed to be relieved: "Well, the 100,000 has been given to you. Can you help me clarify it now?"

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