Nonsense, if this deal is done, Pan Han will give him 2 million.
Pan Han went downstairs and rented an SUV first. Then he moved out about 300 kilograms of gold and followed the location given by Wang Cheng to a winery in the suburbs.
The winery itself is a large estate. It is at least 300 meters from the entrance to the winery villa.
Pan Han looked at the manor and couldn't help but marvel. Rich people really know how to have fun. With such a large area, it would be no problem to fly a helicopter, let alone a car.
Wang Cheng was already waiting for Pan Han at the door of the villa, waiting for the car to stop.
Wang Cheng ran over and opened the car door for Pan Han.
"Mr. Pan, you are here!" Wang Cheng's face was full of smiles. This was not to open the door for Pan Han, but to open the door for the God of Wealth!
"Yeah. The other party is here?" Pan Han nodded to him, not revealing his sadness or joy.
"This manor is someone else's property, but the boss behind the scenes will definitely not come. The person who came today is the one who is responsible for the specific arrangements. We all call him Uncle Cheng." Wang Cheng quickly explained.
"Uncle Cheng?" Pan Han frowned.
"Well, he's responsible for handling various matters for the boss. But today's transaction amount is also the lowest price he can offer. If it's less than 100 million, Uncle Cheng won't even have to show up."
"Wang Cheng, is the line you found safe? If something goes wrong, I guarantee that you will disappear from the world and no one will be able to find you." Pan Han looked at the corpses lying in the space. He had never thrown them away in the apocalypse since he did it last time.
"Oh, my Mr. Pan. I am afraid of poverty but not death. As long as you let me make money, I will be your dog. Don't worry." Wang Cheng said very sincerely.
"You are quite a talented guy." Pan Han thought to himself, if Wang Cheng were to travel to the end of the world, he would probably cause quite a stir, as he should be well suited to that kind of life.
"Hehe! Mr. Pan, please come in." Wang Cheng saw that Pan Han's tone began to relax, and immediately took him into the villa with a smile.
In the living room of the villa, a man in his fifties, dressed in a neat suit, was sitting on the sofa, waiting for Pan Han to come.
When he saw Pan Han, his eyes narrowed: "So the Mr. Pan that Wang Cheng mentioned is you, Pan Han!"
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