: Help your brother chase his girlfriend

"Uncle Ji, I haven't said how much I borrow..."

Zeng Qingming shouted at Mr. Ji's back.

When Mr. Ji heard this, he deliberately did not look back and asked, and walked faster.

The housekeeper naturally understood what the old man’s reaction meant.

He smiled at Zeng Qingming and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, the old man will definitely arrange a number that will satisfy you. Please follow me to get an umbrella."

When Zeng Qingming heard the butler's words, he suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, the butler is right, Uncle Ji will definitely arrange a good number!"

He thought that a person with the status of Mr. Ji should have at least one million yuan to transfer money to others by himself, right?

That's almost the same. He came today to borrow 800,000 yuan.

This adds 200,000!

Zeng Qingming thought about this, his mood was not that bad because he lost a house and a sports car.

Mr. Ji knew nothing about Zeng Qingming’s idea and had already sat down at the dining table with his son and future daughter-in-law and prepared to have lunch.

Just after eating two slices of fish, Mr. Ji received a message from Zeng Qingming.

He frowned, ignored it, and put his phone aside.

It's really disappointing.

It's better to eat meat seriously.

When Mr. Ji was eating meat, the small group he built was also fried.

Ji Xianyan's brothers and sisters were discussing how to help his younger brother catch up with his girlfriend.

When he had enough, he picked up his phone and looked at it. He found that there were three or four hundred unread chat records in the group.

Is this too much, right?

How can we chat so much?

Mr. Ji had no intention of tracing it out of WeChat and clicking into the text message. He copied the bank card account sent by Zeng Qingming, frowned and thought about how much money he wanted to borrow.

Thinking of the Zeng family's performance today...

Mr. Ji frowned, thinking that this family is really not good.

"It's worth the number."

He muttered, entering a few numbers on the screen.

The transfers were all due to facts. When Zeng Qingming received the text message reminder, he was still blocking the car all the way and wanted to take a ride.

I have to say that the hillside is really high.

I haven't arrived after walking for half an hour.

"Ding--" He held his cell phone tightly, heard the message prompt, and said excitedly: "Here is here! Old Man Ji is transferring money!"

When his wife and children heard this, they all came over to see.

Zeng Qingming stopped, unlocked the screen, clicked on the text message to take a look—

"How many zeros?" Zeng Qingming's wife asked anxiously.

Zeng Meili hesitated and said: "Two zeros before the decimal point...two, two hundred?"

Zeng Qingming widened his eyes and looked in disbelief, "Two hundred? It's impossible! Then this money was probably not transferred by Old Man Ji, it should be other money." He guessed.

"It's possible." Zeng Qingming's wife also felt that it was impossible to be two hundred.

People like Mr. Ji can't just give them two hundred yuan even if they send beggars.

Zeng Qingming tried his best to remain calm: "Let's wait."

Mr. Ji probably guessed this, so he edited a text message and sent it to Zeng Qingming.

After all, he has already borrowed money, and even if he doesn't want the money back, he has to make it clear.

Zeng Qingming and his family planned to continue waiting for the collection information, but they waited for Mr. Ji's information.

Mr. Ji: [Aming, I have transferred the two hundred yuan to your account. I hope it can help you. You can use this money first, so don’t worry about paying it back.]

After reading this message, Zeng Qingming almost fainted.

two hundred!!!

Is there a word "10,000" missing afterwards???
Chapter completed!