Shen Bitong felt a little moved when she heard it.
But why should she trust these strangers? Who knows if they are people sent by Huang Zhikun to test her.
It is also possible that she is Huang Zhikun's enemy, who wants to use her as cannon fodder.
Having been in this business for so long, how could Shen Bitong easily trust these people?
So she chose to remain deadlocked and refused to agree.
Man: "Miss Shen, are you concerned about our identities?"
Shen Bitong didn't expect that her thoughts would be seen through so quickly, and her expression became a little uncomfortable.
She was struggling in her heart.
What should we do to get out of this situation safely?
Huang Zhikun has underworld forces behind him. If he knew that she was backstabbing him, he might sell her to the lowest red-light district and torture her.
But that's 10 million. Based on her earning ability, she doesn't know when she can save up that much money.
Although she is quite popular in the club, she only earns a few thousand a night when the market is good. If she is kept by someone, she can only make about 100,000 a month.
The money seems to be a lot, but it has to be split 30% with the club and 70% with daily expenses and self-packaging, so not much can be saved.
Although those rich kids have money at home, the amount of money they can actually spend is very limited. Moreover, they look down on hostesses and are not likely to spend extra money on them.
Instead of drinking with people every day and flattering those perverts, it is better to do something big and retire after making 10 million.
Shen Bitong was struggling with this over and over again.
The two men waited patiently, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they continued to offer tempting conditions.
Woman: "Miss Shen, we understand your concerns. After all, the Huang family does have some power, but the Huang family's power is only in Hong Kong City. The head of the family behind us is more powerful than the Huang family, so protecting you is no problem at all."
"Moreover, the Huang family has been declining. Old Master Huang is seriously ill, and the first and second branches are constantly fighting. Currently, the second branch is at a disadvantage."
"If you are willing to testify against Huang Zhikun, the eldest grandson of the second branch of the Huang family, the people of the first branch of the Huang family will not only not embarrass you, but will also protect you privately. The remaining second branch will not be a threat."
After listening to the analysis, Shen Bitong's heart suddenly beat wildly, out of fear and excitement.
How could she not hate that beast Huang Zhikun? It was just because her life was as insignificant as an ant's and she had to accept her fate.
Now there is a chance for revenge, once you miss it, it will be gone.
She seemed unable to resist such temptation, but was really afraid of becoming cannon fodder in their fight.
Shen Bitong suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Even if I was willing to testify against Huang Zhikun, I have no direct evidence. At most, I would become one of his many scandals and would have no impact on him at all."
Man: “Ms. Shen, you don’t need to worry about the evidence, we will provide it.”
Shen Bitong’s eyes widened: “You don’t want me to give false testimony, do you?”
The man smiled calmly, "Miss Shen, you're worrying too much. Just tell us the truth about what happened that night. We won't let you lie."
“But Miss Shen, you must remember not to take the one million on the check, otherwise once you receive the money, it will be regarded as a settlement.”
"Ah, then I lost a million dollars for nothing?"
“Miss Shen is a smart person. She should know which is more, 10 million or 1 million.”
Shen Bitong had a gloomy face. The one million she had earned was gone just like that, and there was no sign of the ten million.
There was still some doubt in Shen Bitong's eyes, and she was undecided.
The man didn't wait for her to answer and handed over his contact information.
"Ms. Shen, there's no need to rush to answer. We can give you three days to consider. During this time, our people will be around to protect you."
"Once you decide to cooperate with us, we will give you a check for three million as a deposit."
After saying that, the two men turned and left the ward.
Shen Bitong tightly grasped the contact information given by that person, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.
*
In the dining room of Wen's house.
Wen Zhiyi, Ye Rong and Bai Muya were having a quiet meal.
Ever since he learned that Ye Rong had conflicts with her two sons, Bai Muya has been visiting the Wen residence more and more frequently.
Now we can have dinner together at Wen’s house.
He has become a part of the Wen family.
Previously in Australia, she was able to impress Ye Rong, partly because Ye Rong had conflicts with her two sons, which gave her the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
Now that she has been given a second chance, she must seize it.
Strive to live in the Wen family and become the real third lady of the Wen family.
At this time, the voice of the servant was heard outside the restaurant.
"Master, the gentleman and his wife are dining inside..."
One of the Wen family's house rules is that mealtimes cannot be disturbed, and there will always be servants guarding outside the restaurant to prevent people inside from being disturbed.
But Wen Yanci ignored the servant's reminder and walked straight into the restaurant with his assistant. He walked calmly, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.
There was silence in the restaurant of Wen's house.
The three people at the table looked up at Wen Yanci who was walking towards them.
Looking at Wen Yanci like this, Bai Muya avoided his gaze and felt a little guilty.
A hint of displeasure rose in Wen Zhiyi's eyes. Judging from his eldest son's posture, he seemed to be looking for trouble, and a serious and low voice sounded.
"Yan Ci, no matter what you want to say, you have to wait until dinner is over."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
After saying that, he came to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down directly, and leaned against the back of the chair indifferently, his expression cold, and the pressure on his body had not yet dissipated.
The servant thought the young master wanted to eat, so he quickly handed him the tableware.
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