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"Master Zhao, even if you kill me, I will never marry your son. As for the dowry from the Shyr family, I've already said I will return it to you, with interest. If you don't want me to use the house to offset that thirty million, then I'll sell the house and give you the cash. Thirty million? I'll return you forty million; the extra ten million will be considered interest," Lin Bingbing said fearlessly.
Shi Shengguang furrowed his brows deeply, staring intently at Lin Bingbing.
When their eyes met, Lin Bingbing was surprisingly confident, her gaze unwavering. This made Shi Shengguang feel a twinge of admiration for her. After all, he was not only the chairman but also a Martial Artist; his presence alone could intimidate ordinary people. Usually, a single look from him could freeze someone in their tracks, making them feel uncomfortable. Yet today, his aura seemed ineffective against Lin Bingbing.
But no matter how strong Lin Bingbing's mental fortitude was, it didn't change the fact that she was unqualified to oppose the Shyr family. If she were allowed to walk away from this engagement today, it would turn the Shyr family into a laughingstock. A prominent family in the secular world and a giant in the Martial Arts World being publicly humiliated by a celebrity was no longer just about Shi Xindi's personal honor; it concerned the reputation of the entire Shyr family.
"Miss Lin, do you know how much we could multiply that thirty million if we invested it? What does your ten million interest even mean?" Shi Shengguang said in a low voice.
"Master Zhao, ten million interest is already higher than loan shark rates. Besides, investments don't always yield profits; there's a chance of losses too," Lin Bingbing countered.
"Would you like to see the projects we've invested in over the past two years? If you don't want to marry, that's fine; I'm not one to force someone against their will. Let's just calculate based on our worst-performing project that doubled its investment over these two years. You put up three hundred million, and then we’ll be even," Shi Shengguang said casually.
"Three hundred million? Master Zhao, that's outrageous!" Lin Bingbing almost shouted; it was clearly a trap meant to ensnare her.
The onlookers were secretly shocked as well. Although they felt that the Shyr family's demands were excessive, they dared not speak up and preferred to remain silent observers.
"It's not outrageous at all. The worst project we've invested in has multiplied tenfold over these two years. Thirty million multiplied by ten is three hundred million—it's perfectly reasonable. Miss Lin, as a top-tier celebrity with high earnings, three hundred million shouldn't be an issue for you," Shi Shengguang sneered, each word piercingly sharp, pushing Lin Bingbing into a corner with no way out.
Shi Shengguang knew well enough what a celebrity's income entailed. High earnings also meant high taxes, and with an agency involved, even if a star earned one hundred million in a year, they would only take home around fifty million at best.
As for Lin Bingbing, she had only shot one film in the past two years and hadn't participated in any commercial activities. Looking at her now made it clear she couldn't possibly come up with three hundred million—she probably wouldn't even manage fifty million.
Lin Bingbing's expression darkened as anger boiled within her; she realized that the Shyr family was deliberately making things difficult for her.
Yet she felt powerless. No matter how much money she earned from her background, it could easily be squandered away. The last time she terminated her contract with her company was funded by Jiang Chen. This time, she didn't want Jiang Chen to spend any more money on her; without his support, as a weak woman, she simply couldn't stand against such a colossal entity as the Shyr family.
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