Hearing Xia Liang's question, the greasy old man thought he was softening and boasted proudly.
"I, Zhao Gao, have a net worth of dozens of Yuan and I'm the president of Tianyi Entertainment Company."
After speaking, Zhao Gao proudly lifted his head.
Song Rong felt weak all over. In the eyes of a gold digger like her, Zhao Gao was shining with a radiant light at that moment.
Just then, Zhao Gao's phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Zhao Gao's expression instantly changed, becoming utterly sycophantic.
"Hello! President Wang! Yes! It's me, little Zhao! Right, right, right! I was wondering, could you give me a discount on this year's rent? What? It's been sold? Okay…"
At this point, Zhao Gao quickly nudged Song Rong beside him and whispered a rebuke. "Quiet, I need to take down a number."
His expression changed in a flash as he turned back to the phone.
"Mm-hmm, okay, President Wang, you were saying? 1… 8…"
