Ye Cheng nodded after hearing this, "I've already arranged for my brothers to search; we'll have news soon."
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"Can't you guys be a little more ambitious? I'm worth at least a hundred thousand, and you're only asking for fifty thousand. Can't you do math?" Xiaonian couldn't understand why they only demanded fifty thousand yuan.
"Cut the crap." The leader of the men wasn't very old, probably just over twenty, "If it weren't for the fact that we really can't make ends meet, do you think we'd want to do this kind of work? Rest assured, as soon as we get the money, we'll release you immediately, and we'll all go our separate ways to look for legitimate jobs."
Xiaonian's eyes swept over the group, which comprised about five or six youths, the oldest probably in their twenties, the youngest around sixteen or seventeen.
"Are you guys still students?"
