Songg Qingwu's attitude towards Qian was always skeptical. During the whole hour of therapy, the female doctor didn't seem to do anything serious. She was definitely different from those proper therapists he had seen before.
A non-mainstream therapist.
"I charge fixed prices, fair to everyone. The cost of a consultation is usually based on nationality—domestic prices in RMB, and foreign in US dollars. Although you and your father don't have our nationality, and both of you grew up and were born abroad, your grandfather is still of Chinese descent."
"What do you want?"
"I guarantee you can take down Mai, and you ensure that during your management with Mai, you don't wreak havoc here. I'll give you the domestic price, and you fulfill your duty as a descendant of China. How about it?"
"I'll give you US dollars."
Songg Qingwu wasn't stupid. In the future, he would surely help Mahadi get what he wanted. Such a big pie, he couldn't not want it. This doctor was a bit greedy.
