When Song Tianfu approached, Zwager negotiated on behalf of everyone:

"What's that about? Oh, Uncle Seven, do we need to settle the expenses for our mission?"

After Zwage finished speaking, the eyes behind a row of facial expressions looked at Song Tianfu pitifully, like a baby swallow in a bird's nest with its mouth open waiting to be fed.

Song Tianfu approached with a smile and bargained:

"Nephew, you haven't done much, have you?"

Zwag:...Ah (?Д?) Uh?

"Well, you can give me some appropriately, haha!"

Song Tianfu put his chubby white hand on Zwager's shoulder, patted it, and smiled enigmatically:

"As for me, it's not that I can't pay the full price, or one hundred per person?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Zwarger nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"There is an additional task. On the premise of not hurting anyone, I think Zeng Xinquan's car must be damaged. The noise must be loud. Isn't that difficult?"
Chapter completed!