"Do you have any idea? Just the dividends on the Qiao Group shares I hold alone amount to far more than this paltry sum. You actually thought you could dismiss me with ten million RMB? Do you take me, Qiao Quankun, for a beggar?"
Qiao Junfeng, who had been pale with lingering fear, snapped back to his senses and hastily chimed in, "That's right! How is ten million RMB enough? Just a sports car costs me several million, and my monthly allowance for hanging out with girls is at least several hundred thousand. Ten million RMB is barely enough to survive on!"
A look of sarcasm flashed across Chilian's eyes. They were on the verge of losing their lives, yet they were still fixated on sports cars and women. Such pathetic good-for-nothing rich heirs actually dared to set themselves against her master—they were truly overestimating themselves.
Chapter 157