"Miss Zhou is a freelancer?" He Dong looked at the laptop screen curiously.
"Nothing!" Zhou Mingxiu didn't raise his head, just choked coldly, and continued to tap on the keyboard with his fingers.
"Miss Zhou is a writer?" He Dong guessed when he saw that all she typed on the computer were words.
"Don't be a writer. I'm just an online writer. If you want to leave, leave quickly and don't affect my coding." Zhou Mingxiu glared at He Dong unhappily.
"Internet writer?" He Dong was a little curious. Zhou Mingxiu was the first Internet writer he came into contact with, and he immediately became interested in her. "I heard that the third young master of the Tang family earns more than 30 million yuan a year. You guys
The career is quite enviable.”
"I'm so envious! Tang San is a great god. It would be great if shrimps like us can make a living." Zhou Mingxiu raised her head and glared at He Dong displeased. After her parents died, she had to take care of her seriously ill brother.
I couldn't work outside, so I had to use my literary talent to start serializing novels on the Internet. Except for necessary expenses, almost all of the royalties of 40,000 to 50,000 yuan a year were spent on my younger brother, but it was still not enough. "What do you mean?
Can you leave or not?”
"Miss Zhou, let's make a compromise and see if it works." He Dong wrote a series of numbers on the blank paper and pushed it over.
"I can add another hundred thousand at most." He Dong negotiated with Zhou Mingxiu. Although he could get one million, he felt it was not worth spending one million for such a run-down bungalow. He had to bargain for another price.
"Eight hundred thousand?" Zhou Mingxiu lowered his head and began to count on his fingers. He kept muttering something in a low voice, "There is still fifty thousand left."
"Miss Zhou needs money urgently?" He Dong asked shrewdly.
"My brother has late-stage leukemia, and I plan to take him to the United States for surgery. The total cost of all the expenses will be at least 750,000. I'm afraid that 100,000 will not be enough for all the post-operative expenses." Zhou Mingxiu frowned. She
If she signed the contract, the surgery fee for her brother would not be enough. She was really afraid that her house would be lost and her brother would be gone too. Then she would really have no friends and nowhere to stay in this world.
Hearing Zhou Mingxiu's difficulties, He Dong immediately said: "I will give you one million. Ms. Zhou signed this, and I will transfer the money to your card right away."
"Are you really going to give me one million?" Zhou Mingxiu was surprised this time. One million, that was the number she said with a big mouth. Her old house could be sold for hundreds of thousands, which would be good.
He Dong signed his name on the document, then pointed to a place and said: "Ms. Zhou signs here, my words will be effective immediately."
Zhou Mingxiu accepted the smile and signed his name on the document.
"Card number?" He Dong took out his mobile phone and asked.
"xx Bank, 62 (..." Zhou Mingxiu said a series of card numbers.
He Dong quickly operated his cell phone. After a while, after receiving a text message, he skillfully opened it: "Look, the money has been transferred."
"Okay." After reading the text message, Zhou Mingxiu ignored He Dong and continued typing with his head down.
"I have a senior at XX Hospital in Chicago. If you need help, I can ask him for help." He Dong suggested enthusiastically.
"Really? It seems to be a relatively authoritative cancer hospital there." Zhou Mingxiu immediately became excited.
"May I contact you?" He Dong asked.
"Thank you!" Zhou Mingxiu was no longer cold this time and showed a grateful smile.
He Dong's heart was suddenly struck by this smile.