Shen Yiguang listened in shock and finally chuckled, shaking his head.
"I was wondering where your cleverness came from, but it turns out you're not the only one in your family."
Yang PeiMin looped her arm through his, "What do you think?"
In the dim yellow light, Shen Yiguang's deep eyes sparkled with a bright light.
He stroked her hair with his hand and asked, "How much money do you need?"
Yang PeiMin looked up and showed him a figure with her fingers, "I currently have less than twenty thousand yuan on hand. I need at least half of that. I plan to use my connections with Mr. Gao to get some equipment, and most of this budget is for that equipment." Fourteen thousand yuan came from this year's dividends from the garment factory, the rest was miscellaneous, including cosmetics, and Shen Yiguang's salary was all used up in daily expenses without any savings.
The more cautious you are, the more confidence you have with money.
"I'll give it to you."
