When Chen’s father saw it, he spat in disgust, “Son, don’t worry, I’ll go and borrow money from my friend! Ten thousand yuan right? I’ll borrow 20,000 yuan!”
After saying that, Chen’s father turned around and ran out of the door drunk.
Shortly after Chen’s father left the house, Gu Qingxi, who was talking to Mr. Gu at Gu’s house, received a call from his secretary.
Gu Qingxi answered it. When he heard that the secretary was talking about the Chen family, Gu Qingxi took his cell phone to the upstairs. After closing the door, Gu Qingxi told the secretary.
“He wants to borrow money to buy air tickets, and he also wants to buy first-class air tickets to find Ji Lanxi to ask for money? Or is he asking 100 million yuan, and he still wants Ji Lanxi to give him the big villa in Kyoto?”
Gu Qingxi was almost laughing to death, “The Chen family has no other skills, but they have rich imagination.”
“Mr. Gu, then, should you borrow this money or not?” The secretary was a little unsure about Gu Qingxi.
“Borrow it, why not? Send it to the Buddha to the west, do good things to the end.” Gu Qingxi leaned against the balcony, laughing and cunningly, “As long as there is a way to cause trouble for Ji Lanxi, I will be very happy to do it.”
Gu Qingxi said, “But we are not familiar with him, so there is no reason to lend money to a stranger. How could his drunk friends have money to lend him first-class cabin to take the plane? Such drunkards have no money, how should they borrow money? Do you know what I mean?”
Gu Qingxi’s secretary has followed Gu Qingxi for more than 20 years, and she understands Gu Qingxi’s meaning in seconds.
“Okay, Mr. Gu, I know what to do.” The secretary smirked, “He wants 20,000. I think 20,000 is enough. No matter how hard you have to borrow 40,000 or 50,000.”
“Smart.” Gu Qingxi praised the secretary. After hanging up the phone, she couldn’t wait to call Jian Sangyu.