C10 Negotiation Price

Xing Mowei stood up tactfully, pulled Mi Qiao's hand and walked out.

Mi Qiao foolishly turned her head to look at the Old Master on the sickbed. She wanted him to open his eyes and look at her, but he didn't open his eyes. He was as calm as a pool of autumn water.

Could it be true? She let Xing Mowei drag her out of the room doubtfully.

After they left the hospital, Mi Qiao threw Xing Mowei's hand away and asked anxiously.

"Where the hell are you taking me?

Your grandfather isn't here, so there's no need for us to continue pretending, right? "

Xing Mowei tightened his suit with a serious look and said in a serious tone:

"I'll give you a hundred thousand. Go get me a marriage certificate."

It sounded like an order, as easy as going to the market.

"No."

Mi Qiao rejected him immediately. She wasn't the kind of person who would casually start a story with someone else.

Although a hundred thousand was very tempting to her, she wasn't poor enough to sell herself.

Besides, the two of them had no idea what was going on. How could she possibly explain her happiness in such a hasty manner?

"One million, deal it now."

Xing Mowei took out his phone calmly, as if he was about to transfer the money to her.

One million! Mi Qiao's mind raced. After all, this was not a small number.

Furthermore, from the looks of it, this sight that was about to reach her was too tempting for her.

With this money, she would no longer have to worry about food and drinks. She could even buy a large house and lie comfortably inside.

However, the premise was that she needed to be associated with someone who didn't even love him, and he even had someone else in his heart. This was something she couldn't tolerate.

Mi Qiao was conflicted. She bit her lips as she kept thinking, her fingers unconsciously tapping on the seams of her pants.

"10 million, you can become a local rich person immediately."

Xing Mowei didn't even blink when he said that, as if he was talking about someone else's money.

Mi Qiao's mouth slowly opened and closed, and she realized that she had lost control of herself and was closing her eyes again.

Who would have thought that with just a little hesitation, he would suddenly gain so much money. Then, he would have to be more reserved.

Ten million, that was ten million. She could buy a big house, buy a car, and hire a handsome guy as her chauffeur and secret servant.

It can also help Chen's mother cure the illness of her leg for many years, so why not?

To sacrifice her meant that she would be able to live a happy life for thousands of people. This deal was simply too worthwhile.

The most important thing was that after receiving the money, she could propose for a divorce in a few years. At that time, there would be another single female gold in the martial arts world.

She could start a company with the remaining money, open a supermarket, open a magazine, and even stop lying in front of her computer all day long and painstakingly writing online.

She could even take out a portion of the money and buy out the current website.

This thought was really not bad. The joy in her heart could not help but erupt forth.

She pretended to be in a difficult situation, used her hand to support her forehead and said leisurely:

"I'm not doing it for money. You have to understand that I'm not a casual girl. How can I agree to someone's request so easily?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with disdain. His mouth moved as he put his phone back into his pocket. Then he raised his chin and folded his arms across his chest.

"If it's that difficult, and it's not for the money, then one million."

Mi Qiao opened her mouth in regret, and the corners of her eyes rolled down.

"Big brother, how can you go back on your word?

And I still haven't promised you? "

Xing Mowei didn't care. On the contrary, he shamelessly kept lowering the amount until it dropped to 100,000.

Angry, Mi Qiao turned around and was about to leave.

"Screw your one hundred thousand, I don't care. If I make a move now, I can earn one hundred and eighty thousand a year."

There's no problem in feeding yourself. Keep the money and spend it yourself, I don't care about it. "

Although she had earned at most five thousand yuan a month writing online after graduation, she had to be able to defeat the enemy without losing the battle.

Mi Qiao turned around, but Xing Mowei didn't stop her. He still had his hands on his chest and was looking at her in an unchanging manner.

Mi Qiao was glad that she just turned around and didn't leave. If she did, she would really be unable to see Xing Mowei's expression and might lose her last chance to get rich.

She took a stance that she was about to lift up her legs and said with a threatening tone:

"The previous ten million. Fine, fine, fine. If it doesn't work, then I'll get it."

"If it wasn't for the Old Master, I wouldn't marry you."

However, her heart was filled with guilt. Even she felt like she was dreaming when he had given her the condition of 10 million, she felt that it was simply impossible.

In her mind, she believed that if she sold her share of the profit, she wouldn't be able to sell it for that much money.

He should be able to sell it for a million if he sold it well. If he couldn't buy it, he could only sell it for 100,000 yuan. If he couldn't sell it, he could only support himself.

After saying that, she felt her legs go weak, afraid that the other party would notice.

She cleared her throat deliberately to break the silence, and stood with her legs crossed.

It was said that the triangle had stability, and now that her legs were in this shape, she should be able to stand firmly.

Xing Mowei remained silent. He looked at her without any emotion in his eyes and didn't blink for a long time.

The longer she watched, the more uncomfortable Mi Qiao felt.

She could no longer hold herself back. If she wanted to talk, she could talk. If she wanted to fight, she could fight. Why was she always like this?

"Five million!" A single price was fine, but if that wasn't the case, he would bring it down.

Let me tell you, there are too many people who want to marry me, and the presents they give are so much more than yours. Moreover, we don't even have any feelings for each other, so you can't let me give you too much. "

Under Mi Qiao's somewhat anxious situation, Xing Mowei finally opened his mouth and said coldly:

"One million. This is the highest price I can give you. From what I've seen of you, I feel that this price is your limit.

You have not shown more wisdom, gentleness, kindness, and goodness.

In my case, you're still not qualified, so this is the only price I can offer. "

Xing Mowei commented on her without any fear. This made Mi Qiao very angry. Why would he say that to her?

He was obviously kind and wise. Even though she didn't think it was appropriate to use the word virtuous, but who knew if she would become the most virtuous woman in this world after a few years?

Due to her dissatisfaction with Xing Mowei and also in order to raise her status, Mi Qiao commented on him tit for tat:

"Yes, I am not virtuous enough, nor wise enough, nor kind enough.

But you don't seem any better.

For a weak and delicate girl, using this method to suppress the other party's self-esteem and status, in order to reduce the employment fee, it could be seen how stingy and petty you were. You didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy for her.

Your family's old master is always getting his revenge from you. From this, it can be seen that you don't respect the old at all and don't know how to respect the old and cherish the young.

I speak up for my friend, but you obstruct me at the wedding, and you are angry with me. From this you can see that you are black and white, favoring the bad, and saying in the dark that you are helping the bad.

"Hmph, just by these few rules alone, I, as an employed person, have the right to raise the price to 5 million."

Hearing Mi Qiao's twisted logic, Xing Mowei's heart was burning with anger.

"A hundred thousand. If you want to do it, do it. If you don't, you'll have to do it."

Xing Mowei's words infuriated Mi Qiao. She spoke half a sentence and it was all for nothing.

This kind of person would never ask for a certificate from him even if he were beaten to death, not even with the slightest bit of gentleman's grace.