Su Xiaolu looked at Wang Mian and said calmly, "If I say I'm not satisfied, what will you do?"
Wang Mian frowned and sneered. "If you're not satisfied, so be it. What can I do? If I can't use the story to make it cheaper, can't I use silver to buy it? I'll pay 20,000 taels and you'll give me two. I have to stand up too."
Wang Mian didn't have much hope. After all, Li Yu and Wang Jiang had already exchanged their stories.
If he said it again, it was normal that the story could not be exchanged for money. It was not that he was not prepared. They all thought that he had been beaten down. What a joke. If Li Yu could pretend, so could he.
With that, Wang Mian bent down, took off his shoes, removed half of his foot, and took out a thick stack of banknotes for Su Xiaolu.
He was actually a disabled person who had lost half a foot to hide money. No one knew this secret.
