"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Qin Yu's sister brought it from home."
The director frowned. "I asked you for the bill. Why are you so wishy-washy?"
The assistant said, "…Then our funds might not be enough."
"What nonsense are you talking about…"
Before the director could finish scolding, he suddenly froze. "W-What's not enough??"
The assistant took a deep breath. "…Director, of the roses Brother Yu's sister brought, there are at least fifty to sixty Juliet roses."
"According to our country's currency, one rose is worth nearly 30 million. If we buy all of them, it will cost about a billion…"
The director's phone was smashed down and the assistant's helpless screams could be heard.
"A billion…"
The director felt as if his scalp was no longer his scalp. It was difficult for him to understand such a rich person. He turned to look at Pei Yunge stiffly and slowly. "What rose is that? The Juliet Rose?"
