Extreme Variety Show With My Top Notch Brother [MTL]

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Tong Wenping only think he can take tens of thousands of yuan to destroy the disaster. Unexpectedly, the other party's lion opened his mouth.

"What are you kidding?"

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you."

"You say a price of conscience."

"Why don't you have a conscience? If I take it out and sell it to the media, I think they will be happy to accept it."

Tong Wenping is not a big star. How can someone spend millions to buy his secrets? In this way, it is mainly to threaten him. Only for Tong Wenping himself, his secret is worth 8 million yuan.

Sure enough, Tong Wenping panicked when he heard this.

"We have something to say and we can discuss it."

"There's nothing to discuss. At this price, you can't lose a penny. If you agree, you can pay. If you don't want to pay, let's meet online."

"I didn't say I didn't want to pay. Your price was too high and beyond my ability. I can't give so much money. Can you discuss it a little?"

Hearing this, the other party said disdainfully, "Don't you have any money?" You have produced so many dramas for more than a decade, and there are no 30 and 20 dramas, right? You don't have money, and you can live in hundreds of millions of dollars worth of mansions? And your script, I heard that it's all tens of millions of copyrights, eight million, which is just a trivial meaning for you.

At this time, Tong Wen calmed down and began to analyze how the other party got his own things, or whether there was anything in the other party's hand.

He assigned the task to the assistant to do it, and the assistant definitely replied that he had done it by himself.

This assistant has been with him for four or five years. With his understanding of his assistant, this young man is not so bold and disobeyed him.

So after calming down, he felt that he could not blindly listen to the other party and be led by the other party.

Now it's not just him and Jiang Meng who know his secrets. Maybe this is because several other people deliberately called to tease him.

After thinking about it out, Tong Wenping began not to panic: "The hundreds of millions of luxury houses where I live in are all written by the media outside. The second-hand house I bought was not even decorated because I didn't have money, and I still owed a bank loan, and no one accepted the script. I really can't afford eight million."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you don't take the money or not, you will hang up. I'll go to the person who is willing to take the money."

"I didn't say I wouldn't take it, but let me pay so much. I also want to know first that what you said is true. Is it in your hands?"

The other party paused for a moment, and his tone obviously revealed displeasure: "Do you believe me?"

"I can't listen to what you say, can I believe it? If another person calls tomorrow, says a notebook, and then opens his mouth and asks me for eight million yuan, will I give it to him again?"

The other party thought for a moment and agreed with Tong Wenping's words. After a while, he sent him a picture.

In the picture, several notebooks were thrown to the ground, and each was opened, with the familiar handwriting of Jiang Meng.

Tong Wenping was shocked, and in an instant, he was cold all over.

The other party didn't lie to him. He really had something in his hand.