Chapter 72: What Will I Do With My Money?

"It's a good handwriting. The manager looked at the contracts, one for each, and one for the waiter behind him. The waiter quickly took it.

"You can collect the contract yourself, half a year is the deadline, no matter what happens in this half a year, it has nothing to do with the celebrities of the prosperous world. Go out, and someone will answer you at the door. ”

Gu Wanwanxiu's long eyebrows tightened, and she involuntarily tightened the contract in her hand: "That...... Didn't you say that the money we get is three or seven cents?"

The manager gave her a ruthless look: "Yes, the prosperous celebrity has been open for so many years, and there has really never been a loss of money like you! The three hundred pieces have been distributed to you, so if you don't want it, you can return it. ”

Gu Wanwan's eyes widened, a little dazed, she still couldn't believe her ears, and asked, "I heard that no matter how bad it is, it can be sold for at least five million, I ...... Hundreds of thousands of dollars are fine, how can it be this money?"

"yes, I want to know too. You can go and ask the owner who bought you, why he only gave this money. The manager put away the contract and stepped on the heels of ten centimeters and left the private room without looking back. Gu Wanwan fell on the sofa with all her strength, her lips pale.

She didn't know how she got out of the prosperous celebrity, the cool breeze at night hit mercilessly, she suddenly came back to her senses, shivered with cold, and stretched out her arms to wrap around herself. She's really going crazy! Driven crazy by money! But what is she going to do? What is she going to do to make five million?

She tried, sold herself, and hated to sell herself a few more times, but she couldn't help it. At that moment, her throat was astringent, tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads, she cried silently, and sat on the ground regardless of her image: "What should I do? God! What should I do? My money...... My money ......"

She cried so much that Xin Boya, who came to pick her up, softened, he approached Gu Wanwan quickly with an umbrella, handed out a handkerchief, and said, "Miss Gu, wipe it, the makeup is crying." It's not good to be set up and see less. ”

Xin Boya propped the umbrella above her head, Gu Wanwan ignored him, and kept crying about money. Xin Boya is helpless, thinking about it can still be understood, no one can figure it out. Xin Boya had no choice but to wipe the tears on her face in person, and said, "Miss Gu, don't cry first, although the price of Lishao is indeed not high, but he is also the prince of a large group, and you will be happy to wait in the future, isn't it a casual thing to have tens of millions?"

Gu Wanwan seemed to listen to the last sentence, she raised her head to look at Xin Boya with teary eyes, her eyeliner and mascara were washed down by tears, leaving two black tear stains, Xin Boya wanted to laugh, but for some reason she couldn't laugh.

"Tens of millions...... Is your boss so generous?" mentioned this, Gu Wanwan's heart was so stuffed that she wanted to hit the wall, so she unceremoniously took the handkerchief in Xin Boya's hand, wiped her nose fiercely, and returned the handkerchief to Xin Boya when she wiped her nose red.

Xin Boya pinched the handkerchief in his hand in disgust and was speechless: "Miss Gu, this snot is covered with a handkerchief, are you embarrassed to give it back to me?"

Gu Wanwan glanced at him indifferently, because the stingy boss didn't even have a good impression of this little follower: "I borrowed and repaid for myself." ”

Xin Boya was helpless, threw the handkerchief into the trash can on the side, and stepped forward to help Gu Wanwan: "Miss Gu, you should wear so little or get in the car, it will catch a cold, you see that the rain and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and squatting here is not a way." ”