After browsing for a while, Makuko casually picked out a business card with Chinese characters printed on it and threw it in front of Ye Feng.
"This card contains the extra 200 million that I exchanged when I helped you exchange foreign currency last time. Consider the extra 20 million a reward for you."
Ye Feng picked up the card, glanced at it, and then tossed it directly to Qi Xiaoyan behind him...
"I need you to take them to withdraw the money right now and see them onto the plane. Who knows if there's any money in the card or if they can withdraw it? If you change your mind later, there's nothing I can do about it."
Markuco, somewhat disgruntled, stubbed out his half-finished cigar in the ashtray.
Are you kidding me? Someone with a net worth of over 20 billion US dollars would lie like that?
This is an insult to one's own dignity...
However, he did not express any dissatisfaction, after all, the guy opposite him was from the lower class, and it was normal for him to have such concerns.
With a cold expression, Makuko placed his hands on the table and stared at Ye Feng, saying, "I can meet your conditions, but I warn you, if you dare to play me, I will make you wish you were dead."
As he spoke, he waved his hand at the Ugly Emperor... "Do as he says, and send a video message when you're done so he can rest assured."
"Yes." The Ugly Emperor waved his hand at the group, signaling them to follow him.
Ye Feng pulled Qi Xiaoyan aside, whispered a few words to her, and then watched the group leave.
The spacious room, which was nothing like an office, was soon left with only Ye Feng, Makuko, and his three bodyguards.
Makuko watched Ye Feng intently studying the contract, who was nervously rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, occasionally fiddling with his pen, his face serious.
But Makuko's face showed an indescribable smugness.
At that moment, he seemed to see a huge amount of money rolling towards him.
The reason he only allowed Ye Feng to sign up for the game three times was because he had already figured out how to squeeze every last drop of value out of Ye Feng.
Makuko planned to help Ye Feng break through the encirclement successfully in the first two games.
And with his previous victories, Ye Feng's popularity will only continue to rise...
Once the ratings reach a peak, Markuco will open betting without limits in the third game.
Many gamblers will blindly bet their entire fortunes on Ye Feng to win, but at that very moment, Makuko will let Ye Feng die naturally.
In this way, he could earn billions or even tens of billions of dollars in this game.
The profits were several times higher than the returns from viewership ratings, just like betting on sports and horses; he controlled everything.
At that time, the gamblers will only point the finger at the dead Ye Feng, blaming him for being useless.
The biggest beneficiary, Makuko, will reap both fame and fortune, retiring with billions in wealth to enjoy the rest of his life.
It can be said that Ye Feng is now his real, walking cash cow.
Thinking of this, a sinister smile crept across his face. This was simply the greatest and easiest trading maneuver in the world...
About an hour later, Ye Feng's phone rang; Qi Xiaoyan was making a video call.
All seven of them appeared in the camera's view, carrying suitcases filled with stacks of bright red Chinese dollars.
However, to ensure that they could return to China smoothly, they kept the video call on all the way to the airport, onto the plane, and only after the plane took off did Ye Feng hang up the call.
"How is it? Is it ready now?" Markuko urged impatiently...
Ye Feng nodded helplessly, took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and removed the cap.
“Wait. I need to record this part…” Makuko glanced to the side.
A yellow-nosed clown took out his phone and started taking pictures of Ye Feng's face.
Makuko then began asking Ye Feng questions.
For example, whether the contract was signed voluntarily, or whether it was signed under duress or violence.
The main idea is to get Ye Feng to admit it himself, so that it will have legal effect.
Even if Ye Feng regrets his decision after returning to China, Makuko can still use this video and the contract to sue Ye Feng.
After answering for a while, Ye Feng signed his name and pressed his fingerprint on the contract.
As he stood up, the pen fell to the ground, but he picked it up and put it back on the table.
Before he could say anything, Makuko eagerly snatched the contract, and when he saw the second party's signature and clearly visible fingerprint, he burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Good! Excellent! Brother Ye Feng, then let's wish each other a pleasant cooperation."
Makuko smiled and reached out his hand, but Ye Feng brushed it aside...
"Why are you trying to force me to work for you in such a despicable way? What's the point of shaking hands? Get me to the airport right now, I want to go back to my country."
Makuko's face stiffened slightly; this was the first time someone had dared to embarrass him like this.
However, thinking of those billions of US dollars, he wasn't angry and simply ordered his men to take care of it.
Before leaving, he held up his phone, which contained the contract and video recording, and warned Ye Feng: "I advise you not to have any ulterior motives. With these things, even your motherland can't protect you."
Remember, you only have one week.
Ye Feng didn't reply, but just gave him a cold glance before striding out of the office.
More than an hour later, he arrived at the airport. He looked around the waiting room anxiously, pacing back and forth nervously, as if afraid that Makuko would change his mind and come after him.
When the airport announcement for boarding came on, he quickly went to the ticket gate and then boarded the plane.
About half an hour later, the plane took off, and a feeling of weightlessness washed over me. Watching the ground gradually lift off the ground, and the diverse crowd at the airport shrinking smaller and smaller...
A sinister smile crept across Ye Feng's lips.
As soon as the plane crossed the border into Myrik, Ye Feng deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping into his seat, his heart pounding, as if his soul had been sucked away.
But only a moment later...
"Hehehe... Hahahaha!..."
With his eyes closed and his neck tilted back, he began to laugh loudly to himself in his seat.
The laughter was very long, lasting for almost a minute.
The surrounding passengers began to cast strange glances, and everyone started speaking up to stop them...
The person sitting next to him patted him on the shoulder and asked what he was laughing at, trying to tell him to stop.
But Ye Feng ignored it and continued to laugh loudly while clutching his stomach...
It quickly attracted the attention of a flight attendant.
"This...this gentleman." The flight attendant thought Ye Feng had mental problems and didn't even dare to approach him.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing this, Ye Feng's laughter gradually subsided, and he waved his hand while clutching his stomach...
"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just suddenly remembered some happy things... You go ahead and do your thing, I'm sorry."
Upon hearing this, the flight attendant nodded and left, and the cabin gradually returned to calm.
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