Long Yue stepped forward, looked at the tiger skin, and said lightly, "This tiger skin is nice!"
"Hehe, thanks to the Young Master's praise! Thanks to your blessings, I still have one more at home. If you don't mind, I'll send it to you later?"
The middle-aged chubby man grinned with an oily face, his sly and flattering smile was very annoying.
However, he was attentive to details while speaking, using the phrase "if you don't mind" to give Long Yue face.
But, would Long Yue want his tiger skin?
It's really ridiculous; if she wanted, even the stars in the sky, the Prime Minister and her grandfather would get them for her!
"What's your monthly salary?"
Long Yue glanced at the tiger skin, flipped it over, and casually asked.
The chubby man instinctively replied, "Five hundred cents!"
"Five hundred cents a month? Do you have elders or children at home?"
"Yes, yes, I've got an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child at home, it's very tough!"
