The best little magician in the countryside

Chapter 265 My Master is Nicknamed the Little Prince of Shenquan (For Collection)
Hu Lang was a little confused.

What he was thinking about just now was only a series of benefits after beating Jiang Chen.

I never thought about the consequences of losing.

So at this moment, when everyone watching him was beaten to the ground, and Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to demand compensation, his brain seemed to be short-circuited.

For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, moved the hand holding the blade closer, and it was already placed on Hu Lang's neck.

The slight coolness made Hu Lang wake up suddenly.

Looking at Jiang Chen with fear on his face: "You...don't kill me!"

"I didn't say I wanted to kill you, I just wanted you to offer compensation."

Jiang Chen smiled playfully.

do not kill?Just compensation?
Hu Lang gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "How much do you want?"

He is not short of money, as long as things can be solved with money, it's not a problem!

Jiang Chen smiled appreciatively, that's right!
Let's all be more relaxed and save a lot of trouble.

Turning to Liu Zhi, he asked, "How much money did we lose today?"

Liu Zhi had recovered from the astonishment just now, frowned slightly and began to calculate.

"Those tables, chairs and benches are not very valuable, but the computers and various equipment that were smashed by them are all newly imported. For those alone, the cost before and after will need more than 200 million."

"Well, what else?" Jiang Chen asked again.

"They also tore up those customer information, and I still need to go to the door to find those customers. It is impossible to calculate these expenses in a short time." Liu Zhi said with a frown.

Jiang Chen waved his hand: "Just say one thing, Hu Lang and I are both acquaintances, more or less is fine."

After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Hu Lang immediately raised his brows with a smile: "That's right, you can probably guess one!"

"Um……"

Liu Zhi pondered for a moment: "No matter what, it will cost three or four million."

Jiang Chen smiled: "Continue to talk about other things."

Liu Zhi said: "Other things are not too valuable, but it is estimated to be hundreds of thousands!"

Before Jiang Chen could open his mouth this time, Hu Lang said: "Two million plus three four million plus hundreds of thousands, it's almost sixty-seven million. In this way, I'll give you an integer, 200 million!"

At this time, Hu Lang seemed quite generous.

In his opinion, as long as you don't die!
These can be earned back later.

But if you die, then there is nothing.

Jiang Chen smiled playfully: "If these things add up to 800 million, we won't lose much!"

"I'll write you a check!"

Hu Lang took out his bag between words.

Before he could write down the number, Jiang Chen interrupted his action again: "Wait a minute, the account is not finished yet!"

"Ah? Didn't you just finish the calculation?" Hu Lang froze for a moment.

Jiang Chen scolded angrily: "Those just now were just material things, you have to pay for the mental damage of my employees, right?"

The corner of Hu Lang's mouth twitched: "Pay!"

"Liu Zhi and Zhang Bazi were beaten by your people, so you have to pay for the medical expenses?"

"pay!"

"You rushed in to disrupt the normal order of our company, and the losses that caused our company to be unable to operate normally in a short period of time, you have to pay for it?"

"pay!"

Jiang Chen paused for a moment and then said: "I hit your little brother just now, every punch caused wear and tear on my fist, you have to pay for this too, right?"

"what?"

When Hu Lang was in a daze, Jiang Chen said again: "You interrupted my good lunch, so you have to pay for it!"

"This one……"

Hu Lang's face became ugly again.

He couldn't refute the first few.

Because what Jiang Chen said was beyond reproach, whether it was lost wages, mental damage or medical expenses.

But what the hell is fist wear and tear?

Jiang Chen flicked the blade again: "Do you have objections?"

Hu Lang immediately shook his head: "No, it's just that what you said just now has no market price, why don't you just give me a number?"

Jiang Chen made a teasing smile: "Chang Liang, I just like you, a bright person like you!"

While Jiang Chen was talking, he found the calculator from the conference table and brought it over.

"I just said that the material compensation is 800 million yuan, and the employee's mental damage is 27 yuan per person. There are 130 employees here, which is 500 million yuan. The cost of affecting the company's operation and disrupting order is the market price. Knowing how popular our company is, we need at least [-] million to start!"

"500 million?!" Hu Lang's eyes widened!
There was a chill in Jiang Chen's eyes: "You don't want to pay!?"

Hu Lang immediately shook his head.

Jiang Chen smiled, and continued: "For the sake of being so obedient, I won't ask you for more money for disturbing my dinner. Finally, I will calculate the fist wear and tear!"

Hu Langpi smiled but didn't laugh.

He even cursed secretly in his heart: You are so generous, if you don’t want the money for a meal, you don’t want it.

Jiang Chen changed the subject: "I just punched a total of 100 punches, and the price for no punches is 800 million, which means that my fist wear costs a total of [-] million, plus those before..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Chen pressed the equals button on the calculator, and finally a long series of numbers appeared, which directly appeared in front of Hu Lang.

"Three... more than 3000 million?" Hu Lang's eyes widened.

"You are so generous, I can't be stingy, I wiped off the odds for you!" Jiang Chen said with a big grin.

Hu Lang pouted his neck with difficulty: "I can understand the money in front of you, but how did you calculate the 100 million punch?"

"I won a hundred consecutive championships in the underground boxing arena back then. Since then, they have called me the little prince of magic boxing, and they even offered me a high price of one million dollars per punch. Naturally, I will count on that!" Jiang Chen A serious show of hands.

Hu Lang swallowed hard: "Little Prince of God Fist? Why haven't I heard of it!"

"A fool like you, how could you have heard of the young master's reputation!" Jiang Chen scolded disdainfully.

"I……"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and write a check!" Jiang Chen urged impatiently.

"My total net worth is only over 1000 million. Where can I write you 3000 million?"

Hu Lang spread his hands: "I can't get the money, you kill me!"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, and the blade in his hand flickered slightly, emitting an endless chill in an instant.

However, after a short while, Jiang Chen smiled again.

The blade that was originally placed on Hu Lang's neck moved up and placed on his face: "I suddenly remembered, your face... seems to be more important than your life, right?"

"You...you must not scratch my face!"

Hu Lang panicked immediately, and his panic was worse than when the blade was placed on his neck just now.

It can be seen that what Jiang Chen said is correct, he is a person who feels that his face is more important than his life.

"Didn't you give Liu Zhi two choices, then I will give you two choices now."

Jiang Chen changed the subject, and said without a word: "Either, take out 3000 million, or I'll scratch your face and throw you on the street!"

When Hu Lang heard this, his heart 'thumped'.

3000?
Shaved face?
These two choices are [-] times more painful than killing him directly!

(End of this chapter)