Chapter 1172 I am a reasonable person

Ye Bufan stood up from the sofa and walked over with a smile.

"You…you…don't come over."

Murong River immediately became nervous; unlike Murong Hai and Murong Tian, he was an uneducated good-for-nothing.

Although he also Cultivated some Martial Dao, he was at most a Xuán Rank martial artist, with very little strength, not even comparable to the bodyguards he brought.

"Let me tell you, I am the Third Young Master of the Murong Family. If you dare to touch me, our Murong Family will not let you off…"

At this point, he could only bring up the Murong Family, attempting to scare the other party.

To his disappointment, as soon as he finished speaking, a big slap landed on his face, directly knocking him to the ground.

Murong River covered his swollen cheek, staring at the Young man in front of him, seemingly unable to believe any of this was real.

"You damn well really dared to hit me! I am the Third Young Master of the Murong Family!"

In the past, no one in the Imperial City dared to provoke the Murong Family, and now they even overshadowed the Three Great Families to become the head of the Imperial City. He never expected to be beaten, which made him feel incredibly lost and enraged.

Ye Bufan scoffed, "Isn't it just the Murong Family? It's nothing special. I've already dealt with the Young Master and the Second Young Master, so one more Third Young Master won't make a difference."

"You…you…you're actually Ye Bufan?"

After guessing the other party's identity, Murong River was instantly struck by lightning.

Just now, he had received a call from his Second Brother, Murong Tian, telling him not to provoke someone named Ye Bufan no matter what, and he never expected to run into him in the blink of an eye.

"That's right, it's me." Ye Bufan looked at him playfully, "How about it? Is it a big surprise?"

"I…"

Murong River felt like dying. He was just looking for a small celebrity, how did he end up provoking this jinx?

"Um… Mr. Ye, I think there's a misunderstanding between us. How about this, I'll let bygones be bygones for today's matter, and we'll just call it even.

You can proceed with the concert as usual, and I'll leave now."

After saying this, the fellow scrambled up from the ground to run, but Ye Bufan kicked him down, then stepped on his chest.

As soon as he spoke, the people around were startled. They never expected the Third Young Master of the Murong Family to bow to this Young man.

Even more unexpected was that this Young man was so forceful, still showing no intention of letting Murong River go.

"You surnamed Ye, what do you want to do? Don't go too far! I already said I won't hold it against you…"

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Murong River's face was filled with indignation. To think that he, the dignified Young Master of the Murong Family, had bowed so low, yet the other party was still relentless.

"Did you forget to take your medicine? You're the one in my hands now. It's me who's settling the score with you. When is it your turn to call the shots?"

Ye Bufan looked at him with sharp eyes, "Brother, the investment company is mine, and Shang Tiantian is an artist under my management.

You've repeatedly come here to cause trouble, coerce my employees, and affect my concert. Don't you think I should settle the score with you properly?"

"Um… as long as you let me go, I promise it won't happen again…"

When under someone's roof, one has to bow. Although Murong River felt aggrieved, he could only admit defeat.

Ye Bufan shook his head, "We'll talk about future matters later. We're settling the current score."

"Then tell me, what do you want?"

Murong River gnashed his teeth in hatred. When his family's Old Ancestor came out of seclusion, he would definitely dismember this guy, and those few girls next to him, he would definitely snatch them to enjoy himself.

"Don't be afraid, I've already said I'm a reasonable person." Ye Bufan reached out and patted his cheek, "As long as the accounts are settled, and everything that needs to be compensated is paid, I'll let you go."

Hearing that the other party wanted money, Murong River let out a long sigh of relief.

"Tell me, how much money do you want?"

"As expected of a Young Master of the Murong Family, rich and powerful. Don't rush, let's calculate slowly."

Ye Bufan pointed to the speaker next to him that Murong River had just kicked to pieces, then looked back at Gao Baohua, "How much is this thing?"

Gao Baohua quickly said, "This is 500 chinese yuan."

He didn't know what his boss meant, so he could only tell the truth.

"Did you hear that? This speaker is 5 million, and these are all my private property. You just kicked it broken, shouldn't you compensate?"

"I…"

Murong River almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Is there such extortion? He clearly heard 500 chinese yuan just now, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into 5 million.

But in this situation, he didn't have the courage to refute and could only grit his teeth and say, "5 million, right? I'll pay."

"Don't rush, this is just the beginning." Ye Bufan smiled slightly, then continued calculating, "Because of your disruption, my employees' emotions have been severely affected. Bad emotions will affect the quality of the concert, and poor quality will affect our company's reputation.

And for this concert, a total of 80,000 tickets were sold, at 500 per ticket, totaling 40 million.

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40 million, this money you must compensate.

In addition, due to your influence, our employees' mental state may not recover for three to five years. You also have to pay for this mental distress fee…

Our company's reputation is affected, which may prevent our company from earning more money and selling more box office tickets. You naturally have to compensate for this money as well…"

Ye Bufan spoke eloquently, listing a series of bills. Murong River listened dumbfounded, never dreaming that he had caused such a huge loss to someone else.

"How about this, it's a total of 1.0352 billion. I'm not a stingy person, so let's round down. You just give 1 billion chinese yuan."

Murong River's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted. What kind of calculation is this? Even a con artist wouldn't be this ruthless, right?

What the hell did I even do? The two groups of people sent before were beaten by you, and in the end, I only kicked a speaker, and I have to compensate 1 billion chinese yuan.

Although the Murong Family is rich, this is not how one compensates!

The onlookers couldn't help but snicker when they saw this result. No one expected Ye Bufan to calculate such a huge compensation fee in the end.

However, no one felt sympathy for the Third Young Master of the Murong Family. People like him, who rely on their family background to act recklessly, should be taught a lesson and made to bleed a little, otherwise, they will continue to bully others with impunity.

Murong River licked his dry lips, swallowed with difficulty, and said with a pleading expression, "Um, Mr. Ye, this is too much money. I really don't have that much."

"No money, huh? That's fine too. I said I'm a reasonable person. Since you can't come up with that much compensation, then use things to pay off the debt."

Ye Bufan looked at Murong River playfully, "You are the Third Young Master of the Murong Family, your status is noble, so your valuation should naturally be higher. Two arms, one hundred million chinese yuan each, two arms for two hundred million.

Two legs, one hundred million chinese yuan each. For the one in the middle, I'll value it higher, two hundred million chinese yuan.

Also, your head is valued at 400 million, totaling 1 billion, just enough to pay off the debt.

How about it? Is this price fair and reasonable?"

After speaking, he reached out to the side, and Rudolf immediately understood and handed over a large saber.

"This knife doesn't seem particularly sharp, but it doesn't matter. At most, I'll be a bit tired and have to chop a few more times."

Ye Bufan blew on the blade, then looked at Murong River, "Tell me, how much are you short? Which part of you do I need to chop?"