In about ten minutes, Ye Long received a hefty sum of twenty million yuan—felt pretty good!
Twenty million yuan could at least ensure the children in a poverty-stricken province get fed and afford schooling!
For children in these impoverished regions, a single yuan was as valuable as a hundred bucks or even more!
A little help might just be the turning point in their lives!
"OK, you can go now. Remember, discipline your son properly. Otherwise, next time, money may not solve the problem!" Ye Long reminded Liang Jianguo.
Liang Jianguo said nothing and left hastily with Liang Dong in tow.
What a humiliating day, and worse, he had to fork over twenty million yuan—a fortune!
After Liang Jianguo left, Wu Kun stepped forward, his face full of admiration, and said, "Long, anyone who doesn't respect you isn't worth my breath. Two million yuan, and just like that, you made it?"
Ye Long spread his hands, oozing smugness as he said, "Is making money that hard?"
