"Wait a minute." Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up and handed the contract and pen to Zhao Hai.
Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Hai, "You sign your name on it. It's equivalent to the two of us signing the contract together." Zhao Hai nodded.
"Really?" Zhao Hai's face, which was still pale just now, suddenly became a little ruddy. He then asked, "Do you really agree to sign this for me?"
After hearing Zhao Hai's question, Jiang Cheng suddenly became as pale as the angry Zhao Hai just now.
"You …" Jiang Cheng seemed to be a little helpless. He suddenly turned his head and sighed.
"Why did I bring such an idiot out?" Jiang Cheng secretly cursed in his heart.
"Why are you sighing?" Zhao Hai asked Jiang Cheng.
"It's none of your business. Do you want an autograph? Otherwise, I'll take it away. "Jiang Cheng looked at the contract in his hand and asked Zhao Hai.
"Of course." This time, Zhao Hai directly grabbed the contract and pen. He didn't ask any more questions.
"I can finally experience the feeling of signing a contract." Zhao Hai's face was full of joy. His eyes stared at the contract in his hand and murmured.
"Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng reminded him and glanced at Dong Zhaocheng.
"I'm sorry! My brother's brain may be a little bad. "Jiang Cheng replied to Dong Zhaocheng.
Immediately, Jiang Cheng looked at Amossian Poetry and said to the latter, "You should also be considerate."
"Oh!" Amossian Poetry was expressionless. She looked at Jiang Cheng like dead ashes and said perfunctorily to the latter.
"Speechless!" Amossian Poetry suddenly mumbled.
Jiang Cheng's sensitive ears suddenly trembled at this moment. Instantly, the rosy color disappeared and his ears became abnormally pale.
"Hurry up and sign it, then pass it to Dong Zhaocheng!" Jiang Cheng seemed a little anxious as he reminded Zhao Hai.
"If Amossian Poetry suddenly goes back on her words, that would be terrible," Jiang Cheng muttered.
It seemed that he had noticed the meaning behind Amossian Poetry's expression.
"Enough!" Zhao Hai suddenly spoke, and at the same time, he looked at Jiang Cheng.
His eyes were filled with gratitude, but he did not dare to speak.
His mouth was chattering non-stop as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Alright, you shut up. Hurry up and give me the contract." After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he directly snatched the contract from Zhao Hai's hand.
Jiang Cheng took it in front of him and glanced at it, "It's okay."
After Jiang Cheng praised the font, he handed the contract to Dong Zhaocheng, who was sitting next to Zhao Hai.
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At this moment, Dong Zhaocheng was a little impatient. His face was pale, but one could see a hint of anger.
"I'm sorry, you can sign here now," Jiang Cheng straightened his body and said to Dong Zhaocheng with a serious expression.
Although this deal was proposed by Dong Zhaocheng, the person who got the biggest benefit in the end was Jiang Cheng himself.
In other words, it was crucial for Jiang Cheng to get this deal.
"En!" Dong Zhaocheng nodded slightly and reached out to take the paper from Jiang Cheng's hand.
"There's still a pen!" Jiang Cheng reminded Dong Zhaocheng.
"I have my own," Dong Zhaocheng replied.
Dong Zhaocheng, who had a helpless look, wrote his name on the paper in one go.
"Amossian Poetry, the seat next to this is for you," Dong Zhaocheng looked at Amossian Poetry from the side and said to the latter.
Like Dong Zhaocheng, Amossian Poetry's expression was also a little helpless.
She watched Zhao Hai and Jiang Cheng struggle for a long time, and now this contract finally returned to her side.
"Done." Amossian Poetry, who was agile, also completed the signing of the contract.
"Great." Jiang Cheng looked at the two names that appeared on the contract, and his heart was filled with joy.
"Come, let's give a high five." Jiang Cheng suddenly suggested.
"Oh!" Dong Zhaocheng said perfunctorily, but out of politeness, he still stood up.
Compared to Dong Zhaocheng, Amossian Poetry was impolite. After hearing Jiang Cheng's words, she still sat on the sofa without moving.
"Amossian Poetry," Dong Zhaocheng said softly on the side as if he wanted Amossian Poetry to stand up.
"Amossian Poetry." Dong Zhaocheng added.
Jiang Cheng glanced at Amossian Poetry with a puzzled expression. He thought to himself, "Could it be that she's not willing to cooperate with us?"
If Amossian Poetry didn't cooperate with Jiang Cheng, then it would be especially difficult for Jiang Cheng to obtain the token.
The key person to exchange for the Gulat Family's Patriarch's token with one million USD was Amossian Poetry.
Although Dong Zhaocheng's status was higher than Amossian Poetry's, the people who went to the Underworld to steal the token were the team led by Amossian Poetry.
In other words, once Amossian Poetry refused to cooperate, then this cooperation would be declared a complete failure. Dong Zhaocheng could be said to not have any decisive role in the cooperation. He was even just a decoration.
Amossian Poetry's lazy body seemed to be a little restless, but she still stood up in the end.
"That's right," Dong Zhaocheng suddenly said.
Amossian Poetry didn't reply to Dong Zhaocheng. Instead, she glanced at Dong Zhaocheng with a sharp gaze.
"Come, let's give each other a high five. Wish us a smooth cooperation," Jiang Cheng said, trying to change the atmosphere.
"Yes, let's give each other a high five." Dong Zhaocheng's spirits rose under Jiang Cheng's lead.
Dong Zhaocheng looked at Amossian Poetry with a smile. He seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it in the end.
In fact, the reason why Dong Zhaocheng had a smile on his face had nothing to do with Jiang Cheng. It was because he was about to receive half of the one million dollars.
Now that the contract had been obtained, Dong Zhaocheng could soon receive the money. Moreover, he was only responsible for receiving the money.
In other words, when stealing the token, it was handed over to Amossian Poetry, and he could reap the benefits without doing any work.
"Zhao Hai, you stand up too!" Dong Zhaocheng turned his eyes and looked at Zhao Hai on the hard sofa.
"Oh!" Zhao Hai followed Dong Zhaocheng's words and stood up.
After the four people were slapped, their bodies collapsed with a loud bang.
"I can relax without any worries for the next few days," Jiang Cheng lay on the sofa and thought in his heart.
"I can also relax now," Zhao Hai mumbled after knowing the contents of the cooperation with Jiang Cheng.
As long as Amossian Poetry could successfully steal the Gulat family's patriarch token, then there was only one thing left for Zhao Hai and Jiang Cheng to do.
And that was to find Stealer Grove, the youngest son of the Gulat family's former patriarch.
Now that Jiang Cheng had the government's microchip in his hands, this was what Britney had asked Jiang Cheng to do.
According to
Britney's words at that time, it could be inferred that as long as he had the microchip, he would definitely be able to find Stealer Grove's whereabouts.
"Five hundred thousand dollars … Hahaha," Dong Zhaocheng was also brimming with a smile as he mumbled.
In contrast to the other three, Amossian Poetry's expression was stiff, she seemed to have something on her mind.
"In three days' time, after deducting the ten brothers' remuneration, I can only get fifty thousand dollars. Dong Zhaocheng, this bloodsucker …"
It was also because of this reason that Amossian Poetry couldn't be happy at this moment.
If Dong Zhaocheng wasn't her boss, Amossian Poetry wouldn't have agreed to this cooperation request.
After all, she worked herself to the bone and could only get fifty thousand dollars, while Dong Zhaocheng didn't have to do anything and could get five hundred thousand dollars. This difference was too big!
"Then we'll be leaving," Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up and said to the people around him.
"It's midnight now, both of us should prepare to go back and rest," Jiang Cheng continued.
Zhao Hai heard Jiang Cheng's words and immediately stood up.
"Yeah! Both of us are about to die from exhaustion, and we need to prepare to rest, "Zhao Hai added.
"Then both of you should go and rest." Dong Zhaocheng lay under the sofa and waved to Jiang Cheng and Zhao Hai. Looking at his posture, was he going to get up and send the two of them out?
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"Aren't you going to send the two of them out? Rent a new house while you're at it, "Amossian Poetry reminded on the side.
At this time, Amossian Poetry was the one who understood the principle of being a person and knew to consider things from the perspective of Zhao Hai and Jiang Cheng.
"No need," Jiang Cheng replied directly.
"Yeah, no need. The two of us can go out by ourselves. There's no need to trouble Dong Zhaocheng," Zhao Hai added.
"In that case …" Amossian Poetry wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, she didn't say it out loud.
Jiang Cheng glanced around the room and immediately said, "The two of us are going back. We'll meet again in three days."
"Three days later?" Zhao Hai repeated what Jiang Cheng said just now. He secretly thought to himself, Could it be that three days later is the time to hand over the token? So soon?
Zhao Hai looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng with a puzzled look. Of course, he wanted to ask Jiang Cheng about the specific details. But at this time, it was better not to talk too much.
"I'll ask when I get out, or I'll be beaten up by Jiang Cheng," Zhao Hai secretly thought to himself.
"Well, then you guys can go back!" Dong Zhaocheng closed his eyes and said to Jiang Cheng and Zhao Hai.
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Jiang Cheng didn't reply to Dong Zhaocheng this time. Instead, he said goodbye to Amossian Poetry and finally turned around to leave.
"Let's go," Jiang Cheng muttered.
Obviously, this sentence was said to Zhao Hai.
After the two of them arrived at the door, they slammed the door shut.
Jiang Cheng looked at the streets on both sides and felt a sense of astonishment.
"Two hours ago, the passageway was in ruins. Now, there's not even a speck of dust." Jiang Cheng sighed in his heart.
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