When he got to the corner, An Ziyan just asked him to tell her the waiter's mobile phone.

The manager was stunned for a few seconds, then asked nervously, "Mobile phone number?" Do you want his cell phone number? If you're not satisfied with what you've just done, I can ......"

Isn't she still satisfied?

Sure enough, this eldest lady is even worse to mess with than rumored.

An Ziyan frowned, showing a haughty posture, "What am I going to do, do I need to explain it to you?" ”

The manager shrank, "No, no, of course not!" ”

An Ziyan didn't bother to continue to ramble, and directly threatened, "Give me the mobile phone number, don't let me say it a second time." ”

How dare the manager slack off, and quickly rummage through his mobile phone.

"This is his cell phone number......"

An Ziyan recorded it with his mobile phone, and was about to leave, thinking of something, he turned around and stared at the manager with cold eyes, and warned in a low voice, "You can't tell anyone about this matter, do you hear it?" Otherwise......"

The manager nodded busily, "I promise, there will never be a third person who knows!" ”

An Ziyan was satisfied and turned to leave.

Back in the car.

She asked the driver to drive, then hesitated how to contact the attendant.

Call directly?

When the other party receives her call, they will probably be frightened, right?

Moreover, it is impossible to believe that she had only caused him to be fired before, and now she turned around and wanted to make amends to him.

Hey, what can I do?

An Ziyan died of a headache.

It's hard to be a bad guy, and it's hard to be a good guy!

But let her do nothing, and it is difficult for her to feel at ease.

After struggling for a long time, she thought of a way, which was to transfer the money directly to him.

But what is the name of this?

If he transferred the money directly, he received a sum of money inexplicably, would he think that someone else had transferred it wrong, and report the loss when the time came?

That's not good.

A word must be left to let him know that the money is for him.

Fortunately, in the past few days, she has managed to pay for her mobile phone, and she can use Tang Moyan's money.

Thinking of changing the password, she was stunned when she saw the balance in Tang Moyan's card for the first time.

With such a long list of numbers, she couldn't react for a while.

Count them one by one.

Millions, tens of millions......

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that Tang Moyan actually had so much money!

Is this what the rich are?

An Ziyan was inevitably sour.

In her memory, she had the highest savings she had ever had, less than a thousand.

And at the same age, others have tens of millions.

An Ziyan suddenly felt a little hated for the rich.

It just so happened that she wanted to use Tang Moyan's money to do good deeds, so that she could feel at ease.

After struggling for a while, I saw that I was about to get home.

She made up an excuse, pretending to be an assistant who helped Tang Moyan wipe her buttocks, and transferred 100,000 yuan to the waiter.

Will 100,000 be too much?

Forget it, it's not her money anyway.

She also threatened the other party that he was not allowed to tell the money he received, otherwise the other party would not be able to stay in Yancheng.

Is that okay?

An Ziyan read the text written a few times, and streamlined it a little, making it more capable, which was like an assistant to help the eldest lady of a wealthy family deal with the aftermath.

Well, send!

After doing this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Just returned to Tang's house.

With so many things to do since he got up in the morning, coupled with a hangover, An Ziyan felt so tired, and after entering the door, he casually greeted Tang's father, and hurried upstairs.

It's still nestled in the room, comfortable when you're alone.