After Jiang Cheng's glare, Zhao Hai calmed down a lot. Before this, if Zhao Hai had any doubts, he must find a way to figure it out. Judging from the current situation, Zhao Hai was much more rational.
"So …" Amossian Poetry reached out to take the paper from Jiang Cheng's hand and murmured.
She suddenly took out a large stack of documents from the table and handed it to Jiang Cheng. She then added, "Then take a look at the contents of our transaction!"
"But …" Jiang Cheng didn't take the documents from Amossian Poetry, but murmured. It seemed that Jiang Cheng had some scruples.
"But what?" Amossian Poetry asked inexplicably. She then said, "We have talked about some of the contents before, and the documents will be more detailed."
"Okay then!" After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he directly took the large stack of documents. He thought in his heart, "When we were talking just now, it was obviously very simple, but now they want me to look at a large stack of documents. Could it be that they are still playing some small tricks?"
This doubt was deeply engraved in Jiang Cheng's mind. For this reason, he maintained 120% of his concentration and pondered over the contents of the documents word by word, for fear of missing any key information.
"This …" Jiang Cheng suddenly poked his head over and said to Amossian Poetry.
"What?" Amossian Poetry echoed Jiang Cheng's action and looked at the place where Jiang Cheng's hand was pointing.
"For this, after obtaining the token, I must pay you one million." Jiang Cheng's eyes looked at the contents of the contract, and the words came out of his mouth one by one.
"En? Is there a problem? "Amossian Poetry asked Jiang Cheng with a puzzled look.
"One million is US dollars? Jiang Cheng asked Amossian Poetry.
"What is a Moral Token?" Amossian Poetry didn't answer Jiang Cheng's question but asked him instead.
"This is the currency used in China! Could it be that you don't even know this? "Jiang Cheng asked.
"I don't know!" Amossian Poetry shook her head and added, "I forgot to write on the contract. It's one million dollars."
"That's good." Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and replied to Amossian Poetry.
"If it's a moral integrity coin, then it's equivalent to five million USD! I definitely can't afford it. Jiang Cheng thought to himself.
"Then there's no problem." Jiang Cheng immediately handed the contract in his hand to Amossian Poetry.
"Is there no problem?" Zhao Hai reminded him. Although Zhao Hai couldn't participate in this discussion, it wasn't a problem to give some advice to Jiang Cheng.
"Did you read it clearly?" Zhao Hai reminded him.
After all, this transaction was related to the position of the Gulat Family's patriarch. If this matter wasn't handled properly, then the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Don't worry. I've already read through the specific details. There's no problem." Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Hai.
"That's good." After Zhao Hai finished speaking, he glanced at Dong Zhaocheng. He had already guessed the contents of Jiang Cheng's negotiation.
"Using money to buy the Gulat Family's patriarch token. Perhaps only Jiang Cheng could think of this and do it." Zhao Hai thought to himself.
Actually, Zhao Hai didn't know that this transaction was first proposed by Dong Zhaocheng. In other words, it wasn't what Jiang Cheng had thought of.
"Then sign it now," Dong Zhaocheng said.
"No problem," Jiang Cheng answered.
"Wait a minute!" Zhao Hai suddenly interrupted when the two of them were about to take out their pens to sign.
Jiang Cheng looked in Zhao Hai's direction with a confused expression. He seemed to want to ask, "Why are you still interrupting at a time like this?"
However, Jiang Cheng didn't say this in the end. In order to respect Zhao Hai, he said to him, "Do you have any other questions?"
"Can I sign it too?" Zhao Hai stared straight at Jiang Cheng, hoping that he could agree to his request.
"I'm speechless," Jiang Cheng murmured. Then, he looked back at the contract and didn't answer Zhao Hai.
"Hey, do you agree or not?!" Zhao Hai's heart seemed to be very eager to get this opportunity to sign, so he immediately leaned his head on it.
"Jiang Cheng, say something!" Zhao Hai asked Jiang Cheng.
"You better do it well, or I'll fire you," Jiang Cheng warned Zhao Hai.
After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the tip of his pen gently touched the contract.
But at that moment, Zhao suddenly snatched his pen from his hand.
"You …" Jiang Cheng raised his head with a horrified expression and murmured.
"What are you doing?!" asked Jiang Cheng.
"Hurry up and give me the pen." Jiang Cheng then shouted.
Originally, Jiang Cheng thought that Zhao Hai would return to his seat obediently, but he didn't expect that at this moment, Zhao Hai actually grabbed the pen in his hand when he wasn't paying attention.
"Aren't you afraid that I will fire you?" Jiang Cheng reminded Zhao Hai.
In the past, these three words had infinite power for Zhao Hai. It could make Zhao Hai do anything.
But now, Zhao Hai seemed to have changed his temperament. He replied to Jiang Cheng, "Whether you want to fire me or promote me, I must try the feeling of signing a contract today."
"You dare!" Jiang Cheng widened his eyes and glared at Zhao Hai.
"Of course, I dare." Zhao Hai said straightforwardly. This time, Zhao Hai could be said to go all out for his curiosity.
"Well, I will call Britney now and ask her to fire you." Jiang Cheng threatened Zhao Hai.
"Then you call her!" Zhao Hai was not afraid in the face of danger. In the face of Jiang Cheng's threat, the expression on his face could be said to be unusually calm.
"When did this Zhao Hai become so bold?" Jiang Cheng secretly thought in his heart. Looking at Zhao Hai's ruddy face, Jiang Cheng's doubts unconsciously increased.
"Forget it. Just sign it!" Jiang Cheng changed the topic and said to Zhao Hai.
"Really?" Zhao Hai wondered.
When Jiang Cheng really agreed to his rude request, Zhao Hai didn't believe it at all.
"You didn't lie to me?" Zhao Hai then asked.
"Of course!" Jiang Cheng replied directly.
With this order, Jiang Cheng felt strange. He had already promised Zhao Hai. Why did the latter still ask?
Jiang Cheng felt that this kind of behavior was unnecessary and pointless.
"Hurry up! Otherwise, I will grab your pen. "Jiang Cheng reminded Zhao Hai.
"Okay, okay, I will sign it right away." Zhao Hai hurriedly put the pen between his fingers and then gently tapped on the contract paper.
"Can you sign it faster?" Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Hai.
"I am already signing it. Don't disturb me." Zhao Hai held the pen in his hand tightly. The pen trembled left and right under his grip.
Because of this, Zhao Hai's first horizontal stroke became crooked.
Suddenly, Zhao Hai raised his head and looked straight at Jiang Cheng.
"Should I write your name or my own name?" Zhao Hai asked inexplicably.
"My God." When Jiang Cheng heard Zhao Hai's words, a word emerged in his mind, "Unreliable."
Jiang Cheng suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed the pen in Zhao Hai's hand before he could react.
"What?" Zhao Hai's eyes stared straight at his palm. The memory in his mind seemed to be stuck in the state of holding the pen just now.
"Why did you grab my pen?" When Zhao Hai reacted, he immediately looked at Jiang Cheng. But at this moment, Jiang Cheng had already taken his pen and sketched on the contract.
"Jiang Cheng! It's done. "Jiang Cheng's action of waving the pen could be said to be done in one breath. There was no pause in the middle.
Immediately, Jiang Cheng looked up with the contract in his hand, ready to hand it to Dong Zhaocheng.
At the moment when Jiang Cheng raised his head, his eyes and Zhao Hai's eyes met.
"I haven't signed yet. How can you grab it? And then write your name on it? "Zhao Hai asked Jiang Cheng.
"If I don't write my name, do I have to write your name?" Jiang Cheng directly ignored Zhao Hai's previous sentence and said to him.
"I don't care. I must sign my name." As soon as Zhao Hai's voice sounded, he stretched out his hand directly. He wanted to imitate Jiang Cheng's gesture of grabbing the pen and the contract in Jiang Cheng's hand.
However, Jiang Cheng's eyes were fixed on him at the moment, which meant that Jiang Cheng was mentally prepared.
In this case, the chances of Zhao Hai's Orbit succeeding were miniscule, to the point of zero.
"You still want to snatch my things." Jiang Cheng pulled his hand back, and Zhao Hai's outstretched palm also missed.
Zhao Hai still didn't give up. He raised his butt and leaned forward, ready to pounce and snatch the things in Jiang Cheng's hand.
"Zhao Hai, calm down!" Dong Zhaocheng, who was sitting next to Zhao Hai, suddenly said.
Immediately, Dong Zhaocheng placed his hands on both sides of Zhao Hai's abdomen to stop Zhao Hai's further actions.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Hai glared at Dong Zhaocheng. It was obvious that Zhao Hai was particularly dissatisfied with Dong Zhaocheng's actions.
"Hurry up and let go of me, or I'll hit you." Zhao Hai was agitated and directly threatened.
"What did you say?" Dong Zhaocheng's eyes suddenly became sharp as he said to Zhao Hai.
"I said I'll hit you!" After Zhao Hai finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and suddenly stood up straight.
"You dare to hit me?" When Dong Zhaocheng said this, he looked sideways and glanced at Amossian Poetry next to him.
"Don't expect this woman to save you." Zhao Hai reminded Dong Zhaocheng.
"I'm going to hit you now." Zhao Hai shouted angrily.
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