"Xiao Ya, it's not that we don't want to lend you money, we just don't have that much. You don't know, men these days are too clever, those wealthy second-generation friends of yours hardly ever spend their own money. We often go shopping and end up paying for their clothes, for their sneakers. All year round, apart from having some good meals and visiting upscale venues with them, we don't get anything. In the end, we're at a loss."
"Enough with the nonsense, just tell me if you'll lend it or not!" Chi Ya was getting impatient.
It was the same person who spoke before, after glancing at the reactions of a few others and gauging the situation, said reluctantly, "You're our good sister, of course we'll lend you money. But 500,000 is too much, we don't have that amount. How about this, we pool our money and give you 100,000. Would that work for you?"
"100,000? That's not even enough to buy a bag, are you trying to fob off a beggar? I want 500,000!"
