Aunt finally couldn't hold back.
She slammed her palm down on the table with a bang, causing the tea cup lid next to it to jump slightly.
With such good conditions, Aunt has no idea why the old man is still putting on airs.
At first, she quietly murmured in her heart, suspecting it was a new trick by a Northern Myanmar scam garden to hire actors for a kidnapping scheme.
Now, seeing a whole briefcase full of cash laid out before her, Aunt finally had no doubts.
The pie that fell from the sky hit her on the head,
if you don't sign, you're not human.
"How about a ten-year contract?" Gu Tongxiang was still hesitating, pondering.
"Twenty years."
Hanks displayed a very firm expression, leaving no room for negotiation in his tone, "There's nothing to discuss about this, you can think it over first."
"And even if you agree to these terms, before signing the contract, I have an additional request. Your family runs a gallery, is there a studio here where Gu Weijing usually paints?"
