Two hundred and fifty are all rushing to help Gu Chen farm_1
Hearing 200 yuan, Tian Laosì jumped in shock, his hand trembling as the ash from his cigarette fell onto the mat beneath his feet.
He hastily reached out to wipe away the ash.
Gu Chen, with one hand on the steering wheel, stretched the other hand out and stopped Tian Laosì, who was about to bend down.
"Brother Si, if it's dirty, I'll clean it up. You're being too formal."
Although Gu Chen was a person who liked cleanliness, he also understood that a car is, after all, a consumable item. If it gets dirty, just clean it up, and besides, Brother Tian didn't do it on purpose.
It wasn't necessary to have someone else clean up for him, especially since he was the one asking for a favor.
Tian Laosì looked at Gu Chen and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
My goodness, that's a lot of money. Working the land for a month barely scraped by, amounting to maybe just seventy or eighty yuan on a good time.