Depends on Luck
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zheng Ren still wanted to be polite, but Lin Jiaojiao left a sentence regarding the consultation fee. Then, she turned around and left with a smile.
"Boss, you can do it. One consultation saved me 100,000 yuan," Su Yun said while tasting the alcoholic flavor of vodka.
100,000 yuan... Zheng Ren's heart was bleeding.
They really did not have a common language. After coming to Imperial Capital, he had been so extravagant and licentious. A meal cost him 100,000 yuan?
"What's with that expression of yours? You don't need to spend money. Why are you so distressed?" Su Yun said. "Boss, you can't be too stingy. Otherwise, you'll give people the feeling that we're in cahoots and have no future."
"I can trust you with the 20 million euros of the fund. Won't there be a future?" Zheng Ren sat down expressionlessly.
Zheng Ren only felt better when he was close to Little Yiren.