Su Wen wasn't paying attention to the probing tone in the other's words and inadvertently spoke the truth, "One hundred million, to be precise, it's ninety-nine million."
The one million yuan deposit had already been received by Liu Dong, which left only ninety-nine million for the down payment.
"What? One hundred million?" The bank lobby manager's eyes bulged in disbelief, and he couldn't help exclaiming.
However, he quickly regained his composure, convinced that Su Wen was spouting nonsense. How could a poor student without a single brand on his clothes dare to talk about a hundred million yuan? Did he really think he was a national rich second generation like Wang Sicong?
The lobby manager felt embarrassed about his earlier loss of composure, having been momentarily fooled by Su Wen's bluster.
