"What?" Boss Zhang froze for a moment.
"Not enough? Then one million."
In Ou Jue's mind, there was nothing money couldn't solve.
If there was, it meant the money wasn't tempting enough.
"You..." Boss Zhang was shocked.
Actually, it wasn't a big deal for him in the first place, but for the other party to offer one million in compensation...
Seeing Boss Zhang completely speechless, Ou Jue's resolute jaw tightened slightly, and he extended his hand to the side.
His assistant hurriedly handed over a cheque.
Ou Jue tossed the cheque, with a string of zeros at the end, onto the bedside table. "Your compensation."
Boss Zhang's lips moved. "I don't need money. What I want isn't money."
"Whether you need it or not is your business. Whether I give it or not is mine." Ou Jue adjusted the collar of his shirt with his hand.
This guy—beat someone up and now uses money to "insult" them?
