What's the situation? 2 million has really arrived?
Isn’t Ye Chen, this stinky penis, a son-in-law who is a soft-earned person? Where did he get so much money?!
Others also realized that they had underestimated Ye Chen before, but they really didn't expect that although Ye Chen was a son-in-law, he actually had such great energy.
Not only can he donate 1 million scary things at will, his friend, I heard that he donated 1 million and was willing to donate an extra 1 million without any relatives and reasons. What kind of friend is this? So awesome?
At this time, Ye Chen stood up and looked at Jiang Ming who was shocked and panicked, saying, "Jiang Ming, everyone's mobile phones may still be recorded. Now my 1 million yuan has arrived, your 10 million yuan is yours.
When will the account be received?”
Jiang Ming was completely confused at this time. Not to mention asking him to donate 10 million, he might not be able to even get 100,000 yuan now.
And more importantly, he still has a big hole waiting for him to fill it. If he can't fill it, he may be smashed into pieces.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming knew very well that he could not win no matter what, and today he had already thrown his face out, and he couldn't even get it back even if he wanted to.
So he made a fuss and took the initiative to say to Ye Chen: "Ye Chen, since you are so rich, why not take it out and let me help you manage your finances. I can double it in a week!"
Ye Chen asked with a smile: "What? Are you not going to donate 10 million yuan?"
Jiang Ming said awkwardly: "You are joking. Even if I am doing well, I don't have that much money. Today, I don't know Mount Tai. Please forgive me and don't be as good as me."
Others sarcastically said, "Jiang Ming, you're too much. Ye Chen has donated 1 million. Even Ye Chen's friends donated 1 million. You should cash in on you.
Is it a promise? Even if you don’t have 10 million, even if you donate 1 million, it’s reasonable!”
Jiang Ming's face looked very ugly, but now that even if he was beaten to the point of blushing, he would not dare to show off again.
After all, these people are shooting videos. If you still show off at this time, then if the video is spread, you will be really shameless in the future.
So he had to take the initiative, slapped himself a few times, and said guiltily: "I admit that I deserve to die. I pretend to be a slut. I don't have so much money but I'm sorry!"
When he said this, Jiang Ming felt very depressed.
He felt that Zhao Zhuoyue, who was planning to manage his financial investment fund just now, and one or two other friends, would definitely not play with him again when he saw that he was exposed now.
As a result, I really don’t know where to get money to buy Ma Zhongliang for Huiteng.
Thinking of this, he was completely shameless to stay here. He hurriedly stood up and said in a panic: "Sorry, I have something to do, so I'll leave first..."
After saying that, he got up and ran out.
When everyone saw him in a mess when he ran away, they felt disgusted. He pretended so well just now, but now he ran away like a dog! It was really disgusting that he didn't donate a penny of the money.
Seeing that he ran away, Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh: "Ye Chen, you shouldn't let him run away! You should press him here and force him to donate the money!"
Ye Chen smiled indifferently: "Then I will become a bad person? It's okay, let him go, the bad person will be beaten by the bad person."
Zhao Zhuoyue, who likes to take advantage, saw Jiang Ming running away, and felt nervous. He was afraid that he would not be able to marry his wife, so he hurriedly got up and chased after him.
As soon as he left, Zheng Xiang, the dog-legged man of Jiang Ming, said contemptuously: "I see through this Jiang Ming. I love to show off too much! Damn, after hitting someone else's Huiteng, I was so worried that I knelt on the ground and cried like a dog.
Here, I actually have the face to say that Huiteng is his own. It’s really trash. I will definitely draw a clear line with such a fool in the future!”
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly asked: "Has I bumped into someone else's Phaeton? What's going on?"