Prosecutor vs. Minister: A Battle of Wits-Chapter 122 - 120: What, Not Enough Money?

Two hundred and thirty thousand, leave my sister...

Upon hearing this, the corner of Zuo Luan’s mouth twitched imperceptibly.

Having held a high position for so many years, he really hadn’t heard such small numbers in a long time.

A startup fund for a Bao Family project starts at least in the tens of billions, okay?

And isn’t Jiang Zirui the eldest young master of the Jiang Family?

How come there’s only two hundred and thirty thousand in the bank account? What’s that enough to buy...

The protagonist of this situation, Bao Nan, however, remained calm, as if he hadn’t heard Jiang Zirui’s words.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Zirui snorted coldly, internally mocking.

He sure can endure, remaining calm in the face of a huge sum.

Thinking this, he pulled over a chair, sitting with his legs crossed.

"Tell me, what do you like about my sister? Money? Looks? Body? Anyway, I don’t think your love for her is genuine."

Every word was sarcastic, laying his intentions bare, aiming to leave Bao Nan in an awkward spot.

Jiang Zirui initially thought saying this would put Bao Nan on the spot.

But Bao Nan merely gave a light smile and earnestly responded, "Because it’s her, so I like, and then love deeply."

Hearing this, both Jiang Zirui and Zuo Luan involuntarily looked at him, momentarily stunned.

"Are you a good person?"

He unconsciously asked this question, and even he was surprised after saying it.

This was the first sentence he asked Jiang Tong after being bullied back when he was at the Jiang Family.

Now he had found a second person he wanted to ask this question...

"I have never been a good person." Bao Nan paused, then continued, "But in front of your sister, I am definitely a good person."

In wealthy families, there’s never a shortage of good people, but they’re also the ones who survive the least.

Jiang Zirui tilted his head, looking at the ceiling, playing with his fingers.

Bao Nan’s answer was exactly the same as his sister’s...

Back then, Jiang Tong also stood before him and said those same words.

"I have never been a good person, but in front of you, I am definitely one."

No wonder his sister fell for him.

Jiang Zirui admitted that Bao Nan’s words from earlier indeed raised his opinion of him quite a bit.

Even so, he wasn’t one to be easily swindled.

With this in mind, his previously relaxed expression turned fierce again.

"You think flattering me like this will make me like you? Dream on... Still the same words as before, two hundred and thirty thousand, leave my sister." Jiang Zirui said as he stood up, walked over to Bao Nan, and put his hands on his hips.

The corner of Bao Nan’s mouth twitched slightly, and he waved at Zuo Luan who was standing over there.

Zuo Luan, understanding his intent, took out a stack of blank checks from the briefcase.

However, Jiang Zirui misunderstood Bao Nan’s gesture as refusal.

So he jumped back and shouted loudly, "What? You still think it’s not enough? You’re really insatiable."

"Alright, alright." Jiang Zirui frowned, reluctantly speaking, "If that’s the case, I’ll add another three dollars for you, two hundred and thirty thousand and three dollars, how about that?"

Bao Nan, who was preparing to find a pen: "..."

Zuo Luan, holding the blank checks: "..."

They didn’t think much of it.

The three paused for a moment, and Jiang Zirui thought Bao Nan was still unsatisfied.

His eyes bulged like copper bells, "Damn, really? Still not enough?"

"Aren’t you a bit too greedy? I’m warning you, there’s no more, my bank card only has two hundred and thirty thousand five dollars and eighty-one cents."

"You at least have to leave me two dollars for the bus fare..."