10 Million Yuan Novels & Stories

I probably don’t want to hear the answer. “Ten million dollars.” His posture does not change as he gives me this insane amount. It feels like liquid ice is poured into my veins. My dad makes a strangled noise and my mom starts to cry harder. Clearing my throat, I try to get my head around this information. I can see that this man is not someone you want to owe money to but somehow my parents owe him ten million! How? Why? “T-ten mi-million?” I croake. His smile grows wider. “Yes.” His calm demeanor is scaring the shit out of me. “The problem is that they don’t have that amount.” His face falls into a fake, sad scowl and he shakes his head. “That is most unfortunate, don’t you think?”

“Hah-hah-hah-hah, 1 million dollars? Oh Zayn, you’re such a stingy man!” However, before Dagon’s voice died away, Zayn added, “One hundred and fifty million dollars.” The smile on Dagon’s face froze immediately.

After all, the people who could enter this place would at least be worth something. Even though they could refund the money in the membership card and there were a lot of big conglomerates who would receive their guests here so they would top up to ten million dollars, this was the first time she had seen someone top up 100 million in one go. This person must have a net worth of tens of billions. If not, he would not have the courage to do this.

Then the first one paused, exchanged a quick look with his partner, and called out, voice flat and final: “Ten million. You owe us ten million. That’s the price Lucien set for breathing after what you pulled. Pay up or we paint the street with you right now.” The words hung there, heavy as the night air. Ten million. A debt we couldn’t possibly clear. But it was a lifeline—thin, ugly, and temporary. Ruyi had squeezed my arm, silent, and I thought of it… I could use her inheritance money… five million of it went straight to them the next week, just to buy us time.