Then he thought of her calm and fearless demeanor just now. Could she have managed this without powerful backers or sufficient capabilities? Could she so easily dismiss someone as "just a small bureau chief"?
In the blink of an eye, many thoughts crossed his mind. When the crew-cut man realized that Wen Jiaren was really going to call the police, his expression instantly changed, and he hurriedly stopped her, "Okay, fifty thousand it is, but I don't have that much money on me right now."
Wen Jiaren glanced at him indifferently and dialed 110 before putting the phone to her ear.
The crew-cut man tried to stop her again, "Don't, don't. I have a card with me; I'll have someone get the money for you right away."
He immediately took out his wallet from his pocket, and Wen Jiaren then hung up the phone.
She watched the crew-cut man take out a card and hand it to another man, instructing him to go to the ATM outside the complex and bring back fifty thousand yuan.
