Seeing so much money that he had taken out, Aunt Hua was somewhat surprised and shocked.
She hurried over, taking Chen Jiahang's hand and persuading, "Jiahang, this is one hundred thousand yuan. Without a wife, you can buy one next year. At that time, you can buy one with fifty thousand, won't you earn fifty thousand more? How profitable it is!"
Aunt Hua tried her best to persuade him. After all, the Yang family had promised to give her one thousand yuan if she could help make this deal.
Looking at the money on the table, He Xiyan clenched her hands tightly into fists, the anger in her eyes seemed to burn all the money to ashes. But she tried to keep her emotions under control. She simply looked at Chen Jiahang, seeing how he would deal with it. Would he really sell her to someone else for one hundred thousand yuan?
