(BL)(MTL)Vicious supporting role slaps the face and counterattack [quick wear]

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 The Great Family (13)

    "You are dreaming!"

    Ye Zhiqiang may not be reluctant to bear Ye Xing, but after all, it is the son he has raised for fifteen or sixteen years. Even if it is not his own, he will not foolishly let this go before his own son is found. The only son left, otherwise, on the basis of having lost his own son, he would have to pay an adopted son who had been raised for more than ten years to enter, then the couple would be empty in the bamboo basket, and the future What about pensions?

    Looking at Ye Zhiqiang's undisguised calculations, Lei Tai guessed what the other party was trying to pay attention to. He was not short of money, so, in his opinion, everything that could be solved with money was not a problem. Ye Zhiqiang was a heavy drinker. Domestic violence wives and children, addicted to gambling, and have too many weaknesses. They are the kind of people who are best spent with money.

    "Mr. Ye, don't rush to refuse." Seeing Ye Zhiqiang's nature of recognizing money but not people, Lei Tai said with a blank expression and went straight to the subject: "Although Mr. Ye and Ms. Bai are not Ye Xing's biological parents, But as of today, the two of you have raised him for more than fifteen years. There is no credit or hard work. As Ye Xing's new guardian, I am willing to give two of them a one-time payment of one million in cash. It's just compensation, I hope you two can laugh at it."

    After speaking, Lei Tai turned his head and winked at the assistant behind him.

    The assistant understood, stepped forward and carefully placed the silver suitcase dragged in his hand on the coffee table, opened it, and there were neatly stacked stacks of banknotes, no more or less, just one million.

    This amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for Lei Tai, but it is different for Ye Zhiqiang and Bai Xin. Especially when the money is displayed directly in front of the eyes, it is a great psychological shock after the visual shock.

    Bai Xin was okay, she was stimulated and hit too hard, her eyes were dull, her expression was in a trance, and she still couldn't recover until now.

    Ye Zhiqiang, who was a businessman, immediately realized that this was an opportunity, a chance for him to turn around and make a comeback. He quickly analyzed the pros and cons in his mind. In his eyes, Ye Xing was not his son at all, but It is a commodity that can be sold at a clear price, and it is almost impossible to directly disassemble Ye Xing and sell it.

    At this time, Ye Zhiqiang had an indignant expression on his face, but his eyes were full of calculations: "Don't say it better than singing, even if our husband and wife are not Ye Xing's biological parents, we have raised him for 16 years, how about you? A person of unknown origin and identity is asking us for the custody of Ye Xing, what is your intention!"

    Ye Zhiqiang snorted heavily, looking at Lei Tai's eyes as if he was looking at a rhetoric A vicious trafficker who lures his stupid kids.

    To be honest, Ye Zhiqiang's acting skills are not very good, especially since he is still wearing bandages on his head, and his body has been hollowed out due to long-term drinking, so the image of a father that he has temporarily established is not tall at all, and his whole person seems to be nondescript. , especially funny.

    "Why is Mr. Ye so angry? Seriously, Mr. Ye is probably the one who is the least qualified to be angry. Over the years, everyone knows how you have treated Ye Xing. There are some words that are unnecessary at this time. Take it to the table and say it, so as not to be slapped in the face and lose face."

    Lei Tai didn't want to say it so badly, but Ye Zhiqiang directly regarded Ye Xing as a tradable commodity and tried to use Ye Xing as a bargaining chip. His actions completely angered Lei Tai. The person he carefully held in the palm of his hand was treated with such contempt by Ye Zhiqiang. Lei Tai was not a clay figurine, so how could he not be angry.