Chapter 473 What Is Your Bottom Line

"Why are you so ignorant? Do you think you have little money? How about 150,000?"

Cheng Liande, adhering to the truth that money can turn ghosts around, continued to occupy the bed and could not get down.

The politeness gradually faded from Qian Guyi's face, she looked at Cheng Liandi with a sneer, and said nothing.

"Not satisfied yet?" Cheng Lian gritted his teeth, "Then I'll give you 200,000 yuan! Let me tell you, don't be ashamed, and the lion will open his mouth. I have a bottom line!"

"Really? Then what's your bottom line?"

When Lu Na and Nian Duo heard Qian Guyi's tone, they knew that she was really angry now.

Qiangu Yi is the most popular among his peers in the upper class.

Not only because of her status as the daughter of the richest man, but also because of her extraordinary talent and business ability at a young age.

I heard that he earned his first pot of gold at the age of fifteen, worth a full five hundred million!

He's not yet an adult, so he's so scary when he makes a move.

After that, it has skyrocketed even more, earning more and more, so much that people only feel mysterious.

But no matter how famous Qianguyi is, Lu Na and Nian Dutong are actually not familiar with her.

Because Qian Guyi never participated in gatherings between high society daughters.

Although elementary school, junior high school and high school are in the same school, they are in different classes, and Qian Guyi is used to being a loner, even if others want to flatter her, she doesn't care, so she has very few friends.

But no matter how few friends there are, with Qianguyi's identity and background, as well as the strength she has demonstrated, people dare not underestimate her, let alone bully her.

"The bottom line is 200,000 yuan! Not even a cent more!" Cheng Liantia thought that Qian Guyi was asking her the price.

Lu Na and Nian Dutong only bought 100,000 beds, and it was a loss for her to pay 200,000.

"What if I don't sell it?" Qian Guyi gave her the last choice.

"Miss, what do you want to sell?"

A fat middle-aged woman squeezed in from the door.

"Cough..." Cheng Lianxun suddenly turned around and lay down by the door, almost crushed.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman. She was about 1.6 meters tall and weighed two hundred catties.

What was even more shocking was that she was dragging a suitcase in each of her left and right hands, and she was holding a futon mattress issued by the school under her arm.

There are big bags and small bags, and there is no elevator. How did she carry them up to the eighth floor?

Not only Cheng Lianxun was shocked, but Lu Na, Nian Dutong, and Cheng Liandi also looked at the woman in amazement.

Lu Na and Nian Dutong were as surprised as Cheng Lianxun. This middle-aged woman's combat effectiveness is too strong.

Cheng Liande was as surprised as they were.

"Why can you bring the servant up?"

Cheng Lianchi pointed at the obese woman with excess fat.

She was furious at the thought of climbing back and forth three or four times before moving everything upstairs.

Ever since she was a child, she has never done these rough jobs, and now she even has to make her own bed.

"Who are you?" The woman followed the sound and looked up, saw Cheng Liandi, and saw the name on the bed rail, she immediately exploded, "Why are you sitting on Miss's bed? You give I'm coming down!"

The surprise in Cheng Lianxun's eyes has not faded away.

She definitely didn't mean to belittle the fat man, but she was so fat, she climbed the eighth floor, and carried so much luggage, how could she not be out of breath when talking?

Hou Cheng Liante's voice was still loud and clear, and her lung capacity must have been too great.

Qian Guyi said to the woman: "Mother Lin, she said she wants to buy my bed for 200,000 yuan."