"Yeah, that sure sounds like it!"
The matchmaker sneered at him with a look of disdain.
"Who are you trying to scare? You're just a lousy peasant, I don't even know if you have ten thousand yuan, never mind a million! Not to mention, a car that costs 400 thousand yuan? I think you've gone mad!"
Feng Jun then added, "I, on the other hand, want to see how you're going to come up with a million yuan!"
He thought it was ridiculous. This dirty peasant was dressed so poorly. It only took him one look to know that he was poor.
Yet, this poor man kept talking about presenting a million yuan as the bride price as if it was nothing. His casual tone made it seemed as if money came as easily as the wind.
If this was not a joke, what was it?
If this guy was not an idiot, then he was just trying to scare him, so there was no way he would fall for his schemes.
Instead, he intended to watch this guy make a fool of himself.
