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"Master Zhao, even if you kill me, I will never marry your son. As for the betrothal gifts from the Shyr family, I've already said I will return them, with interest. If you don't want me to use my house to offset that thirty million, then I'll sell the house and give you the cash. I'll return forty million, and the extra ten million will count as interest," Lin Bingbing said fearlessly.
Shi Shengguang furrowed his brows deeply, staring intently at Lin Bingbing. When their eyes met, she appeared confident, her gaze unwavering. This made Shi Shengguang feel a sense of admiration for her; after all, he was not only the chairman but also a Martial Artist. His presence was enough to intimidate ordinary people. Typically, just one glance from him could freeze someone in place, making them uncomfortable. Yet today, his aura seemed ineffective against Lin Bingbing.
But what did it matter if Lin Bingbing had strong psychological resilience? She was still unqualified to oppose the Shyr family. If she were allowed to back out of the marriage today, it would make the Shyr family a laughingstock. A prominent family in the secular world and a giant in the martial arts community being publicly humiliated by a celebrity—it was no longer just about Shi Xindi's personal honor; it concerned the entire Shyr family.
"Miss Lin, do you know how much we could multiply that thirty million if we invested it? What does your one million in interest even mean?" Shi Shengguang said in a deep voice.
"Master Zhao, one million in interest is already higher than loan shark rates, and investments aren't always profitable; they can also lead to losses," 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 into a corner. Let's just consider our worst-performing 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 too outrageous!" Lin Bingbing exclaimed, nearly raising her voice. It was clearly a lion's share—a trap set for her.
The onlookers were secretly shocked as well; although they felt that the Shyr family was being too extreme, they dared not speak out and preferred to remain silent observers.
"It's not exaggerated at all. The worst of our investments has multiplied tenfold over these two years. Ten times thirty million is three hundred million—it's not exaggerated at all. Miss Lin, as a top-tier celebrity, your salary should be quite high; three hundred million shouldn't be too much for you," Shi Shengguang sneered, each word piercing deeply and forcing Lin Bingbing into a corner with no way out.
Shi Shengguang knew well how much a celebrity earned. High income 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 about fifty million after deductions. 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—let alone that amount; she probably couldn't even manage fifty million.
Lin Bingbing's face darkened as anger bubbled within her; she realized that the Shyr family was deliberately making things difficult for her. However, 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 money again; without him stepping in, as a vulnerable woman, she simply couldn't stand against such a colossal entity as the Shyr family.
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