Zhuang Lan had been quiet for a while, not because he was shocked but because he began to reflect.
Did he really have such heavy dark circles from staying up late recently?
Hua Miaofu waited for Zhuang Lan's response, but he shook his head and repeated.
"I don't believe this!"
Jun Feifei looked at the shop owner with some embarrassment. Although this response was very much in line with Zhuang Lan's identity as a socialist successor, it was also quite disrespectful.
Instead of getting angry, Hua Miaofu pulled open a drawer and took out a deep blue pouch.
"Alright, this is for you. Put it under your pillow tonight and you can see your true inner thoughts."
Zhuang Lan stared at the blue pouch and finally squeezed out a sentence.
"Just tell me straight, how much are you planning to swindle from me?"
Jun Feifei: "…" Is he that blunt?