At this moment, the snake-hearted woman showed a sweet smile to Mengyu, which had to make Mengyu become wary: What does she want to do?
Yang Meiying had an elegant demeanor: "Classmate Jiang, thank you very much for saving my son Gu Chen. I came here especially to thank you."
Mengyu complained in her heart that it had been several months since she saved Gu Yi and the four others. If she wanted to thank them, she would have thanked them earlier. Now she would like to thank them. Can she believe it?
She remained polite: "You're welcome, I'm just going along with it."
"Why don't you thank you? Our Gu Chen wanted to come and thank you, but he has never been able to find you, so he hasn't come to thank you for so long. Don't you blame him? Then he will be sad.
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Mengyu almost couldn't hold back her smile. What the hell do you mean? Are you trying to trick your aunt?
She rolled her eyes and suddenly changed her attitude: "Well, then you really should thank me. However, I know that you upper-class people behave according to the rules and will not let yourself owe favors. So be it, you just
Just give me one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. From now on, we will owe nothing to each other."
When Yang Meiying heard Mengyu's words, she couldn't hide the contempt in her eyes. Haha, one hundred and eighty thousand, but she accepted the favor for only one hundred and eighty thousand. She was indeed an ignorant and greedy country bumpkin.
Doesn't she know how rare a favor from the Nan family is?
She suppressed her contempt and kept a decent smile: "You girl, how do you say this? Do you think my son is worth a hundred and eighty thousand?"
Mengyu's face became more dog-legged: "Ah, I'm really sorry. I thought it was pretty good to get 12,000 yuan for saving a noble young master. After all, we in the village still don't have households worth 10,000 yuan."
Well, if I get back 10,000 yuan, I will have a household worth 10,000 yuan. If I get back 20,000 yuan, I will have two households worth 10,000 yuan.
I shouted a hundred and eighty thousand, but it was just a bidding strategy. I wore a three-foot hat and was ready to be stabbed. But you are right, aunt. How could your son be worth only a hundred and eighty thousand? Cheng
Thousands and hundreds of millions are less, but I can’t ask for that much, so why not get a hundred million.”
Yang Meiying almost vomited blood. She obviously didn't mean that, okay?
Even though her Gu Ming is a high-ranking member of the army, his salary is just a little higher. But no matter how high it is, it's only a few hundred yuan a month, and she can't even afford a hundred or eighty thousand yuan.
Although the eldest son is in business, he does not earn much, only a few hundred thousand, and his working capital is only seventy or eighty thousand.
Hundreds of thousands, is that what she can get? If she can, I'm afraid her Gu Ming will be put in a cage.
Moreover, when Mengyu said this, why did it feel like selling his son? Can a son be measured by money?
She pretended to be close: "You kid, how can my son be measured by money? Stop making such jokes."
"Oh, it turned out to be a joke." Mengyu pretended to be annoyed and muttered in a low voice: "I thought that you upper-class people would generously spend money to repay kindness, but it turned out that they were just saying thank you, without any reality.
ah."
Although Mengyu whispered, it really reached Yang Meiying's ears.
Yang Meiying almost spit out blood: Does this mean she is stingy?