Chapter 339: Money is gone and people are happy!

He was once the pride of the military and a super war god.

Therefore, Mr. Chen introduced the Paris official. But now he turned around and asked the Paris official for such a high reward. What is the difference between blackmail?

Mr. Chen really couldn't understand why Tang Huan became like this?

"Mr. Tang, as far as I know, you are not short of money now." Mr. Chen said helplessly.

Five million euros, this number is really not small. He was not sure enough to satisfy the Paris official.

"Who would think that the money was too much?" Tang Huan asked back, with an intriguing smile on his face. "It's like Mr. Chen, would you think your official position is too big and you will be demoted voluntarily?"

Mr. Chen felt that Tang Huan was a little unreasonable: "You used to be someone-"

Tang Huan interrupted Mr. Chen, "I have done a lot of good things and stupid things. But in the end, I got nothing. My closest comrade-in-arms died with hatred. In the past few years, I have been insulted and bullied because I have no power and power. Mr. Chen, do you think I can live as clean as before? What's wrong with asking for money? Does Mr. Chen feel embarrassed? I work hard and risk my life as their inner support. Do you want me to work in vain? Even in the most ordinary workplace, this is not logical, right?"

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, but he was speechless.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "I'll contact them now. Mr. Tang wait for a moment."

"I'm not in a hurry." Tang Huan shrugged. "Just don't work if you don't have money."

Mr. Chen is one head and two big.

After hearing Tang Huan's words, he understood why Tang Huan wanted such a high reward.

Indeed, this is a very dangerous thing. No one can do it without compensation. It’s just that he idealized Tang Huan. He took it for granted that Tang Huan promised to do it for free.

But unexpectedly, the reality is that Tang Huan not only wants money, but also wants a big number.

After leaving the private room with a laugh and cry, Mr. Chen made a phone call in a hidden room.

"He agreed." Mr. Chen said calmly. He did not lose his prestige at all. "But he needs to pay remuneration."

"Well. This is what it should be." A voice of understanding came from the other end of the phone. "Will everything work as planned?"

"No problem." Mr. Chen nodded and said again. "Don't you need to know the amount of the reward?"

The other party was also stunned, and then said with a funny look: "How much does he want?"

"Five million euros." Mr. Chen said frankly.

"It's a little too much." The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment. Then he smiled. "But it's acceptable. After all, this matter is too important. Moreover, this Mr. Kuanglong is famous and worth the price."

This time, it was Mr. Chen's turn to be surprised.

It turns out that the Mad Dragon Daming is so valuable internationally?

Five million euros are given as soon as you say it?

But he was too worried. He thought that the Paris officials would suspect that Mr. Chen deliberately asked for this price and took advantage of the situation to rob him.

Obviously, the other party recognized the price of the Crazy Dragon.

First, the matter is very important, and second, the name of the Crazy Dragon is indeed a golden sign. With him, the Paris official will feel more at ease.

"He asked for compensation before twelve o'clock." Mr. Chen then said.

"No problem. When we get the account, we will transfer it immediately." After the phone call, he continued to be busy.

Mr. Chen held the phone tightly, his mood a little complicated.

It seems that he is a villain. Or, he thinks that asking Tang Huan to do things for free. After all, he was once such an outstanding warrior.

It is easy for one's own family to look down on one's own family. Perhaps one is just an ordinary person or an ordinary thing in one's own eyes. In the eyes of others, it is priceless.

Doesn’t Tang Huan’s name as a crazy dragon cater to this principle?

When he returned to the private room, Tang Huan was drinking tea and smoking happily. Mr. Chen did not hide it, nor did he please give me credit. He nodded and smiled, "I agree. I just need to give them an account."

"Yes." Tang Huan nodded and handed out a note casually. "Just let them enter this account."

While answering the note, Mr. Chen wondered: "Before I go out, do you know that the other party will not refuse?"

Tang Huan smiled and pursed her lips and said, "I have been working for so many years, and this price is still worth it."

Mr. Chen smiled bitterly and said slowly: "I underestimated you."

After saying that, he picked up the note in his palm. He looked closely and saw that there was no Huaxia bank card account? It was just local to Paris.

Moreover, this is not a personal account. It is an account of a public welfare association.

"You want to transfer all the money into this account?" Mr. Chen felt deeply ashamed. This time he misunderstood Tang Huan.

They don't want to make this money at all.

"I originally wanted to keep some of my own flowers." Tang Huan took a sip of cigarettes and said carelessly. "I'm afraid that the Paris officials will feel distressed afterwards. I'll cause trouble for me. I'd better donate them all. This institution is quite reliable. They are all the people who do business for poor citizens."

Mr. Chen suddenly felt that Tang Huan's personality became taller. No wonder the Second General Staff Department has not completely given up on him yet. This person is indeed not an ordinary person. With such a huge amount, he was not moved at all. He easily got it and donated it easily.

"Do you need a signature?" Mr. Chen said again.

After all, the amount is huge, and if you sign it, you can establish friendship between the two countries. A beautiful thing.

"Of course it needs to." Tang Huan raised his eyebrows. "Or wouldn't the money be donated in vain?"

Mr. Chen was amused and crying.

This guy is really unpredictable. He looks so tall at a moment, and then he is so gritting his teeth.

"Sign your real name?" Mr. Chen asked.

"No need." Tang Huan shrugged. "Ms. Han has a bad reputation in Paris at present. Please sign her name. By the way, contact a few media to promote it. Although the Paris entertainment industry is not big, the fashion resources are still very rich. As a top Chinese celebrity, Miss Han will definitely be on major fashion magazines in the future. It is not a good thing to offend them all."

Mr. Chen smiled and sighed: "Please buy five million euros for a good reputation? Mr. Tang, you are a big deal."

He felt relieved that he had such an agent who put himself in her shoes for Han Qinghe.

If it is not popular, it is not tolerated by nature!

The conversation with Mr. Chen ended. Tang Huan donated the five million euros he received to a charity. It came quickly and went quickly. His heart ached slightly. A layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body. It seemed as if he was suffocating, and he was in pain...

Then, Cai went upstairs happily and returned to the expensive presidential suite.
Chapter completed!