"Uncle doesn't want much, ten boxes, how about ten boxes?"

The two of them came to the corridor, and Dong Huaqing said impatiently.

"There are less than 30 boxes in this box, and you asked for 10 right away, Uncle Dong."

"No, no, it's too much."

"Three boxes at most, no more."

Wei Lan shook her head like a rattle and said with a bitter face.

"Only three boxes is too little. I also need to help Mr. Jiang with publicity. How can this be enough?"

"Nine boxes, no less."

Dong Huaqing shook his head and was unhappy.

If his wife experiences the benefits of this mask, she will definitely show off to those wealthy ladies.

These facial masks were given away by her like flowing water!

"I'll be responsible for the publicity."

"Uncle Dong, please stop working. Four boxes should be enough. If you don't want it, forget it."

Wei Lan squeezed out a box of it just like squeezing toothpaste.

"No, no, it's too little."

Dong Huaqing shook his head repeatedly, and the two of them argued back and forth in the corridor.

The waiters passing by frequently glanced at the two of them.

Those who didn’t know would think that the two were engaging in some illicit transaction.

After a few minutes, the two finally reached a consensus.

Dong Huaqing forcibly snatched eight boxes of skin care products from Wei Lan's hands.

"Lan girl, you've really inherited your father's miserly habits perfectly."

Dong Huaqing got eight boxes of skin care products and said to Wei Lan with a headache.

It is true that like father, like mother, like father. The businessman's habit of being thrifty has been inherited tenfold.

"Humph, other things are fine, but who says this skincare product is so good?"

"This is my life to me. Uncle Dong, I feel bad that you want to take my life away."

Wei Lan hid the box behind him and said savagely.