C981 The Grass on the Edge of the Wall

"Good, this is what you call understanding the situation! Write a document here." Qin Yuan smiled and took out the pen and paper that Ye Yunman had given him when he came in earlier and placed it on the table in the conference room.

The fat manager did not dare to hesitate. He got up and walked over. He waved his pen and wrote down an IOU. The debt was three million yuan