"Do you think about it? If you don't think about it, I'll hang up. You don't have to look for me any more."

Chen Jie's tone is casual. He takes off his shirt to show his strong and sexy muscles. Standing in front of the French window of the hotel, he overlooks the whole city of Jinling.

"Chen Jie, dream about it. We can't agree to such a condition!"

Qi Ming is biting his teeth. He can't figure out how a poor boy with an ordinary family background could have owned tens of billions of assets in his twenties.

"Pa!"

However, just as Qi Ming finished this sentence, Qi Sanquan, the head of the Qi family, was greeting the latter's white and handsome face.

"No, Mr. Chen, we promise you!"

Although Qi Sanquan couldn't bear it, as the owner of the family, he knew that if he couldn't get any more help, the whole Qi family would be dead, because all the attempts had been made.

The bank refused the loan, and all the friends in business contacts lost contact. Now the only one who can help the whole family is Chen Jie, the God of wealth, but we must not offend him.

"Just now, I changed my mind."

"Now, I want 60 percent of your shares."

Chen Jie's indifferent voice then spread: "if you ask me for help, you should show enough sincerity, otherwise I will think you are teasing me. I don't mind letting your family disappear."

When Qi Sanquan heard these words, his face turned pale and he thought of many things in an instant.

But he heard that this year's Wudao conference in Hubei Province, Zhang Wei, with a look of envy, took out a military uniform and a glittering gold military badge from his titanium alloy handbag.

"Well, I'll fly the day after tomorrow morning and go to Jianghan city myself."

General Chen Jie as like as two peas in the uniform, but if he put it in the sunlight, he could see that the tattoo on the top of the uniform had a dark tattoo.