"Mr. Li, can we be more honest? It's a fateful friendship, isn't it?"
Why does such a dignified boss always speak so yin and yang?
Yun Sangyu didn't know that Li Zhihe's attitude towards her was already very kind.
Moreover, the two of them have spoken more in the few days they have known each other than they have with the Li family in a year.
In fact, those in the Li family never saw Li Zhihe more than three times throughout the year.
Lifelong friendship?
The corners of Li Zhihe's mouth twitched, and he looked speechless.
He asked indifferently:
"Yeah?"
The meaning is very obvious, I don’t really admit this ‘friendship’!
Also, how could the dignified prince of the Li family be so easily friends with others?
Rich people are not stupid, and they basically only have friendships with people with whom they have interests.
As for other people, they won't bother with this.
Yun Sangyu suddenly felt angry. Is this person so ruthless?
You just saved his life, okay?
With his eyes swishing like knives, he couldn't help but stare at him.
Li Zhihe was stunned, and it was a bit funny, so he joked:
"Didn't Miss Yun issue a bill?"
For businessmen, as long as the money is paid for, it is settled in full, and there will be no unnecessary involvement.
But obviously, the little girl in front of me didn't seem to think so, and she looked very angry.
Yun Sangyu was so angry that she had scolded him countless times in her heart.
He took a few deep breaths and put on a full fake smile:
"No, I just don't know that Mr. Li can be very kind?"
When it comes to money, who can say too much?
Besides, Yun Sangyu didn't bring it up herself. It was obviously this man who brought it up, so don't blame others for talking about money.
Li Zhihe raised the corners of his mouth:
"It's no problem!"
Money, Li Zhihe has never been short of money.
Even, to describe it in one sentence - so poor that only money is left.
Yun Sangyu didn't even react when she saw that the man in front of her had already picked up the phone.
I don’t know what the specific operation was, but a minute later, Yun Sangyu’s cell phone rang.
Um?
I clicked on it and looked at it, it was a bank card arrival text message.
1234......5?
Did you read that right?
He raised his head and looked at the man in disbelief:
"Mr. Li, did you transfer?" asked.
Li Zhihe raised his phone and looked extremely arrogant:
"Otherwise, Miss Yun, who else do you think would give you money?"
Cough cough cough.
Indeed, there is no one left.
A total of 50,000 yuan, it was indeed Mr. Li who took action!
Originally, Yun Sangyu thought that five thousand yuan would be enough.
After all, according to the current per capita wages and prices, five thousand yuan is quite a lot, equivalent to three months' salary of an ordinary person.
However, the big boss always spends his money in units of tens of thousands, which is too generous, okay?
"Li...Mr. Li? Is it too much?" He was a little worried.
I get too much money and feel uneasy!
Li Zhihe Qi glanced at him, as if to say, 'I've never seen such a local girl in the market!'
It's only 50,000 yuan, so I don't dare to accept it.
Could it be that the prince's life is so worthless?
I didn't listen to what the four killers in black said. The commission was 80 million. If they really succeeded, there would be more follow-up.
Only this country girl would think that a mere tens of thousands of dollars is a lot.