CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: SIX OR SEVEN FIGURES

"My skin is thick, but can it be thicker than yours? You’re the prince of Crown Film and Television, and you’re begging here!"

Rong Qingqing stepped forward and directly lifted Zhao Junxi, who was still lying there.

"Move over." Rong Qingqing disdainfully pushed Zhao Junxi aside, then reached out and pulled off his wig, placing it atop her own head.

Then, in the spot where Zhao Junxi had been lying, she sprawled out quite elegantly.

Banging the empty stainless steel bowl on the ground, making a loud clanging noise.

"Zhao Junxi, you’re not stingy, give me money!" Rong Qingqing said confidently, "You were right, even a three-year-old knows you can’t take back what you’ve given away, so I won’t ask you for that ten yuan anymore."

Rong Qingqing was full of vigor, "Now it’s my turn to beg, give me money now! If you don’t, you’re even more stingy than me, a miser!"

This slick operation stunned the two men standing nearby.

Frozen like wooden chickens.

Rong Qingqing lay there, legs crossed, swaying back and forth in an unrefined manner.

"What now? Aren’t you not stingy, handsome dog? Give me the money then!" Rong Qingqing raised her eyebrows.

"Didn’t you see, my turnover today is 0." Zhao Junxi was utterly shocked.

Growing up, Rong Qingqing was the only woman he had seen with no baggage of being a beauty.

Yet this devilish woman had such stunning looks.

"No cash, huh, that’s nothing." Rong Qingqing opened her phone’s WeChat payment QR code, "No cash, then scan my WeChat, go on, if you’re not a miser, show me some six or seven digits to really open my eyes."

Zhao Junxi had already taken out his phone but was choked by Qingqing’s mention of six or seven digits.

He angrily put the phone away again.

Furious, he said, "Begging from me turns into robbery when it’s you, Rong Qingqing? Six or seven digits, why don’t you just close your eyes and dream about it?"

"You have your way of doing business, which is why your turnover is 0, rubbish!"

Rong Qingqing was utterly disdainful, "I have my ways of doing business too, if you’re not stingy, show some generosity."

Rong Qingqing looked provocatively at Zhao Junxi, spitting out two infuriating words, "Miser~"

After dealing with Zhao Junxi, Rong Qingqing turned her firepower towards Shen Jue.

Knocking the empty bowl at Shen Jue’s feet, "And you, you were so generous to Junxi earlier, and now you’re just watching when it’s my turn?"

Rong Qingqing clanged the stainless steel bowl twice, "Give me money!"

Shen Jue’s face turned red, then blue, then green, then purple.

"Seven digits, right?"

Shen Jue gritted his teeth, glaring at Rong Qingqing, then picked up his phone to scan Qingqing’s payment QR code.

Unexpectedly, Qingqing was quick, and promptly covered the phone screen with her palm.

"For you, my business model only accepts cash." Rong Qingqing stared straight at Shen Jue, her voice annoyingly cheeky, "Rich man, give me the money~"

Shen Jue sat there, silent.

He had just given all his cash to Zhao Junxi, and now, the exact amount was in Rong Qingqing’s pocket.

Cash, he didn’t have a single penny.

"Rong Qingqing, scan the code, you want seven digits, I’ll give it to you." Shen Jue said.

Rong Qingqing put away her phone, raised a finger, and shook it with a swagger, "That’s not happening."

At this moment, a phone quietly reached out, with the screen paused on a WeChat payment code.