"I calculated it, we need about ten thousand yuan, from renting a place to renovations and stocking up on goods; everything is included in that amount. If it's not enough, I'll figure something out with my family at that time," he said.
Thinking Li Shiping had agreed, Wan Dongcheng couldn't help but feel secretly thrilled. In reality, opening a store wouldn't need that much money; but since he was asking for a loan, why not ask for more?
Who would complain about having too much money?
Li Shiping: "..."
Looking at her husband's hopeful gaze, she suddenly didn't know what to say.
Ten thousand yuan was not a small amount. For her parental home, ten thousand was already a lot, and for her husband's family, it was an astronomical figure. She didn't understand how her husband could so casually ask for ten thousand yuan, just like that.
If it had been a thousand or two, she could have turned to her brother for help, but ten thousand yuan—how could she even begin to ask for that?
