"What about 200,000?"
"Ah..."
All the private coaches went crazy, except for the two who were supported by their parents; the others all yelled excitedly.
200,000 for a year of private coaching, and having them teach every day, even half a day, was a deal.
Greg Jensen said, "Don't worry, you needn't be concerned; I'm usually quite busy with work, and I probably won't get to train that many times in a year."
"Ah, you're not going to train that often in a year and still offer 200,000?"
"My God, boss, choose me, choose me; whatever you want me to do is fine, even warming your bed is okay."
Following the voice, Greg looked over and was met with a pair of huge pectorals.
Pfft!
He almost threw up and, pulling a bewildered Jophia Locke with him, made his way outside. As they passed by King Kong Barbie, he didn't forget to say,
"Get the membership fee from Jophia Locke. I'll have her come to make up the difference later."
"Alright."
