Zhang Fu's face changed: "Yingying, don't forget, who took you in when you were about to starve to death?"
"If you weren't so mean, I'd be willing to compensate you, but you've disappointed me so much. I'll never be able to repay Er Niang for what I owe her, and I dare not forget it. From now on, every New Year or festival, I'll burn some paper money for her, but if he wants to give you 10 million, I'll be the first one to disagree."
Yingying's attitude became firm.
"Well, tell me, how much will you give?"
Zhang Fu said coldly.
"One hundred thousand yuan. From now on, I will no longer owe your family anything. If I have to owe anyone anything, it will only be to Second Mother," Yingying said directly.
"One hundred thousand?"
Zhang Fu sneered, "Boss Tang, what do you think? One hundred thousand, do you think it's appropriate?"
"Not suitable."
Tang Xiaobao answered directly.
Yingying wanted to speak, but Tang Xiaobao raised his hand to signal her not to speak.
Then, he went on to explain: "One hundred thousand is not appropriate, because I don't want to give you a penny, but for Yingying's sake, I can give you one hundred thousand."
Zhang Fu looked at the box next to Tang Xiaobao.
The box was still open, and inside were bundles of banknotes, totaling one million.
If ten million isn’t enough, one million is fine.
When doing business, of course it is better to ask for a high price.
Who told you to be so rich?
"It seems that we have nothing to talk about. That's fine, leave her here and you can go." Zhang Fu also tore his face off.
Tang Xiaobao said: "I can leave right away, but I must take her with me."
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