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"Master Feng, what do you mean?" Song Xiaotian's face darkened.

"Mr. Song, don't get me wrong. I just heard that your super power is related to some kind of energy field in your body. It must have an impact on your body every time you use it, so I just want to give you some nutrition."

,Nutrition fee...hehe," Mr. Feng said, seemingly nervous.

Seeing Master Feng's look like this, even Feng Er and Feng Fei were stunned. They had never seen his uncle, who was all-powerful in Donghai City, show such an expression.

"Master Feng, aren't you being too foreign to say that? I just felt that you didn't believe me, so I felt a little uncomfortable. But since Master Feng has said all this, what can I do?

It's okay to be unkind, not to mention that Mr. Feng has been kind to me!" Song Xiaotian's face looked much better.

When several people heard Song Xiaotian's words, they felt happy. They knew that Song Xiaotian had agreed to perform for them.

Song Xiaotian saw the appearance of these people and smiled in his heart. He knew that his appetite was almost whetted and it was time to get down to the topic, so he continued: "As for the nutritional expenses that Master Feng mentioned just now, I'll forget about it, right?"

"That's not okay. This is necessary. Even if we don't talk about the nutrition fee, we have watched Mr. Song's wonderful performance, so the performance fee must be paid. You can't be a guest..."

"How much do you plan to pay for the performance?" Song Xiaotian took it before Master Feng finished speaking.

"Pfft..." Feng Ergang, who was beside Mr. Feng, spat out all the tea he had taken. He stared at Song Xiaotian with disdain.

Feng Fei on the side also looked at it and shook his head.

The most depressing person was Mr. Feng. In fact, what he just said were all polite words, and he didn't really intend to pay any performance fees at all. He thought that Song Xiaotian would be embarrassed to ask for it, but he never expected that this kid would be so shameless.

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"Hehe, hehe..." Mr. Feng knew that if he spoke out, he would throw water out of the water, and this account would not be settled: "Mr. Song, I wonder if five million is enough?"

"..." Song Xiaotian said nothing and took the teapot to add tea to his cup.

"Ten million?" Master Feng asked again.

Song Xiaotian's tea hasn't been filled yet.

"Twenty million?" Mr. Feng continued to increase the price.

Song Xiaotian's tea was filled up, but he started to hold the teacup and blow the tea leaves floating in the cup.

"Fifty million!" Master Feng not only raised the price severely this time, but also made his voice louder, as if he was afraid that Song Xiaotian wouldn't hear.

But when he saw Song Xiaotian starting to sip tea again, his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to get angry. Judging from what Feng Er told him yesterday, he knew that the person in front of him was better than what he had seen before.

The so-called younger brother who arrived may be cruel.

Moreover, he is still not sure whether they are the same person. It would be even scarier if they were the same person.

"Mr. Song, your performance fee is too expensive. Can I add another 50 million? One hundred million should be about the same. To be honest, in order to open this gold mine, all the available working capital has been invested. Now can I get it?"

There are only so many that have come out. If Mr. Song still doesn't agree, there's nothing I can do!" Mr. Feng's voice seemed to be crying.

He spent 100 million just to watch the performance. He always felt like he was being ripped off, but he couldn't say it out loud. He had no choice, this was a matter related to his wealth and life, and he had to spend the money.

"What, you said the performance fee is 100 million?" Song Xiaotian suddenly shouted, as if he just heard it: "Master Feng is so polite, I'm really sorry, I have been using my power just now to see what happened to you.

Something, so I didn’t hear what you said before!”

"Bang..." Feng Fei fell off his stool.

"Brother, don't do this. What kind of super performance are you doing? The appearance fee of the President of the United States is not as high as yours. He is my uncle, so give me some face!" Feng Er said with a look of disdain.

"Ahem..." Master Feng almost choked to death at Song Xiaotian's words, but when he heard Song Xiaotian say that he was just looking at something on their bodies, he suddenly regained his energy.

"What did you see?" Mr. Feng said with excitement. The matter of losing 100 million just now seemed to have been forgotten.

"You have two Chinese bank cards with you. The card number of one of the debit cards is... the card number of the other credit card is..." Song Xiaotian told Mr. Feng the card numbers of the two bank cards one after another, which shocked Mr. Feng.

He was stunned. This seemed to him so unbelievable.

Because he had used these two cards for many years and had already remembered the card numbers clearly, he was sure that the card numbers that Song Xiaotian recited were absolutely word for word.

"Master Feng, you don't think I've peeked at your card number, right?" Song Xiaotian smiled, and suddenly, he stood up with a fixed look in his eyes: "Master Feng, why is there something on the territory of the car you are riding in?

A time bomb?"

"ah?"

"Swish..."

Feng Er, Feng Fei, and Feng Ye all stood up and looked at Song Xiaotian nervously.

"Don't be nervous. I've seen the time bomb. It won't explode for the time being. There may be something wrong with the wiring, otherwise it should have exploded earlier!" Song Xiaotian comforted her.

"I'll go take a look!" After Feng Er said that, he turned around, opened the door and walked out quickly.

In less than a minute, Feng Er came back with a time bomb.

"Damn, it must have been those Vietnamese monkeys yesterday!" Feng Er said with an angry face. After that, he went aside and started tinkering with the time bomb.

"What's going on? Did Mr. Feng offend someone?" Song Xiaotian looked confused, but he was thinking in his heart: That female gangster's movements are really fast.

"This..." Mr. Feng seemed to have something to hide.

"Uncle, this guy is just a man who loves money. He is not bad at other things. Tell him what happened yesterday, maybe he can help us a little!" Feng Er advised on the side.

Among the people present, only Feng Er dared to say this about Song Xiaotian.

"Yes!" Mr. Feng nodded: "That's it. General Ruan from the Golden Triangle ordered a batch of goods from me half a year ago. The delivery date was originally set at the beginning of last month, but until now I haven't.

I gave them the goods, so they sent people to assassinate me!"

"Last night, a dozen killers stopped my car in front of the Panlong Building, but I ran away. I didn't expect that they would plant such a time bomb for me again!" When Mr. Feng said this, he felt more and more excited in his heart.

The more I think about it, the more scared I get.

"Then if you can't deliver the goods, why don't you return other people's deposits to them?" Song Xiaotian asked.
Chapter completed!