"That's not true." Manshu changed the topic, "Since Mr. Gu saw me at the wool sales meeting, he should know that I made millions by luck."
Gu Zimo was stunned.
Is that the reason?
Because you’ve made millions, you don’t care about the two hundred thousand?
But millions are nothing to him.
Money goes fast.
"One more thing, I'm afraid Mr. Gu doesn't know that the decoration of my house is 200,000 yuan better than other houses."
The way she looked at Gu Zimo was really interesting.
So, how can you be so embarrassed to give someone an extra 200,000 yuan, ask them to change their house, and look like they've taken advantage of you?
"Then on this basis, give Manshu another two hundred thousand." Gu Zimo didn't wait for Manshu to speak and continued to persuade, "I hope Manshu can think carefully about it. The extra money will be enough for you and your grandmother.
, it can even help you finish college.”
"No one would mind spending too much money, right?"
The fact that the decoration of that house was worth RMB 200,000 more than the other houses was a lie made by Manshu.
In fact, the one upstairs that Yan Siyu looked at was not bad, but the decoration was rather old-fashioned, but because of the scholarly family background, the materials used were also good.
In real comparison, it may not be as good as Manshu's.
If this person had nothing to do with him, Manshu would never have trouble with money.
She will only live here for the third year of high school. If the old lady lives here in the future, her requirements for decoration will not be as high as Manshu's.
At least, the house upstairs must match the aesthetics of the elderly.
"No one would complain about the money, but I simply like the house I bought."
Manshu didn't want to talk to Gu Zimo too much: "A thousand dollars can't buy someone's favor, so why should Mr. Gu make things difficult for me, a little girl who has never seen the world? A gentleman doesn't take what others like, right?"
After she finished speaking, she ignored Gu Zimo and walked straight into the community.
Gu Zimo looked at Manshu's back, a shadow reflected under his eyes.
A good gentleman does not take away from others' favor!
But what if he wants to take it away?
"Oh, that's right." Manshu turned around as if inadvertently and met Gu Zimo's gaze before he had time to look back.
She pretended not to see the darkness in his eyes and said with a smile: "I believe Mr. Gu will not use other means to force our mother-in-law and grandson to move, right? After all, I think Mr. Gu can come here in person and he is an upright person."
"Of course not." Gu Zimo's eyes changed and he said calmly.
"I believe Mr. Gu is not that kind of person." Manshu seemed extremely satisfied with his reaction. "My grandma and I are from the countryside and don't understand etiquette. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me, Mr. Gu."
Coming from the countryside, I don’t know etiquette.
If Mr. Gu dares to use tough measures, then we will naturally be willing to do it.
The term rat-throwing weapon can now be applied very well to Gu Zimo.
He understood what Yan Manshu meant, and his face didn't look good.
"I still hope that Manshu will think about it carefully. If you figure it out, you can call me at any time."
Gu Zimo didn't seem to care and took a business card from the car. He walked a few steps to catch up with Manshu and handed it to her.
Across the road, Yan Siyu, who was out for dinner with Lin Wenya, happened to see this scene.
From her perspective, Gu Zimo was giving Yan Manshu something.
A word suddenly popped into her mind - giving and receiving in private!