"A dinner for one hundred thousand yuan, surely that's enough."
"I'm not a hostess, please respect me," Teacher Cang said with a sullen face.
"Thirty thousand."
"I don't need this money."
"Alright." Zhang Dafu slowly started to applaud, "Looks like Teacher Cang has quite the appetite, I like it. One million, have dinner with me."
You can tell he's a wealthy man, tossing out one million without even a blink of an eye.
He looked at Teacher Cang with great confidence, thinking that this time she surely wouldn't refuse.
However, unexpectedly, her answer was still no.
Zhang Zuodong felt quite humiliated, after all, with that kind of money, you could book almost any A-list celebrity, yet a foreign industry celebrity was giving him attitude, that's bold.
"Don't be ungrateful, to be honest, refusing me won't do you any good."
Teacher Cang was also visibly displeased: "What do you want?"
"If you don't agree, then don't blame me for forcing you."
