"Right, you speak the truth, there is indeed no such thing as a free lunch in this world. After you push the car, I'll give you each two hundred yuan for your troubles, how about that?"
"Two hundred yuan? Your car seems to have four wheels, right?"
Seeing Cao Chusheng shamelessly bargaining, the woman showed extreme disgust in her eyes, "Then I'll give you four hundred, is that satisfactory now?"
"Four hundred yuan could work, but that number doesn't seem particularly auspicious. How about this! Seeing as you are so wealthy, driving a luxury car, carrying a luxury bag, and you're so beautiful, six hundred, six hundred yuan and we'll do it, how about that?"
Zhang Xiaobei had thought the woman would fly into a rage and curse, but unexpectedly, she actually laughed.
"No problem, six hundred yuan it is. If you push it well, I'll even throw in two more bottles of water for you, 'Gold Power Angels,' ok?"
