For Qin Jiao, three to five thousand yuan really wasn't a big deal.
But where did Qin Jiqun get such audacity?
After all, that was more than what many people earned in several months' time.
Qin Jiao didn't say anything, so Qin Jiqun immediately added, "Don't have that much on hand? In that case, how about you give me one thousand yuan first? That'll do."
Qin Jiao asked, "Uncle, would this be a loan?"
"Oh, right, a loan."
"Then when will you pay me back?"
"..." Qin Jiqun hadn't even considered paying it back. 'Why should I? Aren't we family?'
His expression soured, and he said with some annoyance, "You brat. I'm your elder, you think I'd stiff you? As soon as I have money, I'll pay you back, of course!"
Qin Jiao said evenly, "Oh. But I can't come up with that much right now."
"You own such a big factory, and you can't even come up with this little bit of money?"
