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"You..." Tong Jincheng glared at Tong Qifai, clenching his fists, "Tong Qifai, you are such a bastard!"

"Tong Qifai, I don't want to get into any more trouble with you. Give me the key. I'll send someone to find him right now." After Tong Jincheng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

When Tong Qifai saw this, he shouted anxiously: "Tong Jincheng, stop!"

Unfortunately, as soon as Tong Qifai finished speaking, Jin Zaizuo had already left the hall.

Tong Qiqi was so angry that he swept all the water glasses and ashtrays on the coffee table to the ground.

"Master, don't be angry!" the servant quickly persuaded.

"Can I not be angry?" Tong Qifai said irritably: "Didn't you see the look on President Tang Mo's assistant's face when he brought the keys over this morning? It looked like he was giving alms to a beggar. It’s obvious that they are here to extort money.”

"Master, since he wants to blackmail us, let's give it to him," the steward suggested.

"Give it to him? How to give it? How much is appropriate?" Tong Qi shouted angrily, and then he remembered something, "Now go and get the key to that bitch's private vault..."

Although the housekeeper was confused, he still nodded.

Tong Qiqi sat down on the sofa, smoked a cigarette, and smoked irritably.

At this time, Tong Jincheng's arrogant words just now appeared in his mind again.

‘Either you give me the keys or I call the police now.

Tong Qifai was very conflicted and hesitant. He was considering whether he should take a gamble or give it a try.

Half an hour later, in the living room of Tong's mansion, Tong Qifai took out a set of keys and handed them to Guan Guang.

"You take it back and use it first. Remember, this is the last time." Tong Qifai said.

Tong Jincheng did not reach out to pick it up, but looked at Tong Qifai and said, "Are you sure you only have this set of keys?"

Tong Qifai's face was slightly stunned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. He frowned and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

"Uncle, let me remind you, if you really don't want anything to happen to your baby daughter, sell your luxury villa." Tong Jincheng said calmly.

"Tong Jincheng, are you crazy? If you sell my villa, will I drink the northwest wind?" Tong Qifai shouted excitedly, jumping to his feet.

Tong Jincheng didn't bother to argue with him, so he said: "If you want to buy it, then buy it. If you don't want to buy it, then just wait and close your daughter's account.

After Tong Jincheng finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

"Hey... Hey! Tong Jincheng, you bastard!" Tong Qifai yelled at Tong Jincheng's back for a few words, then turned around and ordered the housekeeper on the side: "." Aqiang, hurry up. Send someone to check how much the villa is worth now, and then prepare to transfer it. I suspect that bastard is hiding inside. "

"Yes, sir." Aqiang nodded respectfully and agreed, then stopped working.

On this day, Tong Jincheng drove home. He was very tired and a little annoyed. There were too many things in the past few days, which made him a little upset and agitated.

After he took a comfortable hot bath, he took a rest.

The next day, Tong Jincheng woke up and drove downstairs to the company. As soon as he walked to the office door, his assistant came over and said that someone was looking for him to invest and discuss cooperation, and he was already waiting in the conference room.

Tong Jincheng immediately asked someone to take him to the conference room.

When he pushed open the conference room door and entered, and saw clearly the person sitting in the main seat, he blinked in surprise, and then raised his lips in a mocking arc: "Oh, Director Zhao, it turns out to be you.".