20,000

Jia Ling glared at him impatiently. "Can't we talk later?"

At this moment, the man's voice came from the other end of the phone again. "20,000."

Jia Ling's pupils widened, as if she could not believe the number she had heard. "How much? Are you crazy? How is a student like her worth so much money? Don't even think about taking advantage of the situation. You know the reason why I'm looking for you. It's because we've worked together before. You're raising the price now. Are you planning to stop after earning this deal?"

The leader was not afraid of being threatened. Instead, his gaze became even fiercer. He had failed because he trusted this b*tch.

Thinking of what he had just experienced, he even felt that 20,000 yuan was too little.

Cui Hong, who had heard the entire contents, was enveloped by a huge anger. He looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief and felt that she was unfamiliar.