I rely on metaphysics to keep the boss alive and get rich

Chapter 37 Miss Yun, You Deserve This
cough cough.

"President Li, can we be more frank? It's a fateful friendship, isn't it?"

A big and dignified boss, why is he always talking in a very yin and yang way?
Yun Sangyu didn't know, but Li Zhihe's attitude towards her was already very kind.

Moreover, as far as the two of them have known each other in the past few days, they have spoken more than they have spoken with the Li family in a year.

Even, the people in the Li family saw Li Zhihe no more than three times a year at most.

A lifelong friendship?

The corner of Li Zhihe's mouth twitched, and he looked very speechless.

He asked indifferently:
"is it?"

The meaning is obvious, I don't really recognize this 'friendship'!
That's right, the dignified prince of the Li family, how could it be so easy for people to become friends?

Rich people are not stupid, and basically only have friendship with people who have interests in them.

As for the others, they wouldn't bother.

Yun Sangyu suddenly felt a little angry, this person, why should he be so ruthless?

You just saved his life, didn't you?

With swishing eyes, the knife couldn't help but stare at it.

Li Zhihe was taken aback, and a little funny, so he joked:

"Didn't Ms. Yun open the bill?"

For merchants, as long as it is something that has been paid for, it means both money and goods, and there will be no extra involvement.

But obviously, the little girl in front of me didn't seem to think so, and she still looked very angry.

Yun Sangyu was so angry that she had scolded him countless times in her heart.

After taking a few deep breaths, he piled up a full fake smile:

"No, I just don't know if Mr. Li can show kindness?"

When it comes to money, who would think too much?
Besides, Yun Sangyu didn't bring it up by himself, it was obviously brought up by this man, so don't blame people for talking about money.

Li Zhihe's mouth curled up:
"It's no problem!"

Money, Li Zhihe has never been short of money.

Even, to describe it in one sentence--he is so poor that only money is left.

Before Yun Sangyu could react, she saw that the man in front of her had already picked up her phone.

I don't know what the specific operation was, but after 1 minute, Yun Sangyu's phone rang with a 'ding'.

Ok?
I clicked on it and saw that it was a text message from the bank card.

12345?

Right?

Looking up, he looked at the man in disbelief:

"Boss Li, did you transfer?" asked.

Li Zhi He raised his phone, extremely arrogant:
"Otherwise, who else does Miss Yun think will give you money?"

cough cough cough.

Indeed, there is no one left.

A total of 5 yuan is worthy of being made by Mr. Li!

Originally, Yun Sangyu thought that 5000 yuan would be enough.

After all, according to the current per capita wages and prices, 5000 yuan is really a lot, which is equivalent to three months' wages of ordinary people.

However, this big boss always sells in units of [-], which is too generous, okay?

"President Li Li? Is it too much?" I was a little worried.

Too much money, I feel uneasy!
Li Zhi He Qi rolled his eyes, as if he was saying, 'I'm really an idiot who has never seen the market before! '

It's only 5 yuan, so I dare not accept it.

Could it be that the prince's life is so worthless?

I didn't hear what the four black-clothed killers said, the commission is 8000 million, if it really succeeds, there will be follow-up additions.

It's only this little girl who thinks that a mere tens of thousands of dollars is a lot.

"Miss Yun, don't worry, you deserve it!"

After speaking, I was ready to leave.

Yun Sangyu hurriedly called out:
"President Li, wait."

(End of this chapter)