"Don't look at me!"
Shan Ying glared: "I don't have money to treat you to noodles. Your money will be in the account soon. You should treat me to noodles, no, eat lobster!"
"That's not what I meant..." Feng Yuxiu smiled awkwardly.
After that, he took out the only two hundred yuan he had left and treated Shan Ying to a nice dinner.
As for the signing fee, it will not arrive until tomorrow.
He hasn't withdrawn the reward yet.
In the evening, when he returned home, he couldn't help showing off in the group.
"Group leader, Taoist priest, I've made a deal. 80% of the gifts, no time limit, only one-year contract, and a signing fee of three million~!"
"Luckily, I was smart and reported it higher. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a huge loss if I reported one million?"
Soon, there was a reply.
The inheritor of Chinese martial arts: “???”
Taoist Priest Wang: “???”
Mr. Jiaqian also followed up with a sentence: “???”
Taoist Priest Wang: "I guess, maybe, perhaps, probably... you missed a zero."
A martial arts inheritor said: "Be more confident, Taoist priest, and remove the words 'estimate', 'maybe' and 'probably'!"
Mr. Jia Qian: "Pfft, thirty million? Feng Yuxiu, if I were you, I would regret it so much that I would want to die."
Feng Yuxiu was completely dumbfounded!!!
"The live broadcast signing fee is so expensive?!"
Oh my God!
Three million was an unimaginable fortune for him.
Thirty million?!
The inheritor of the traditional Chinese martial arts: "Old Feng, what makes you only dare to bid three million even though you're 'asking for a high price'? Why don't you dare to be bolder?"
"You wouldn't even dare dream of such a beautiful thing! Poor child."
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