Early the next morning, Zhao Liwei drove Zhao Tienan and Cao Lei directly to Cao Lei's home.
"Cao, my unworthy son wishes to marry your daughter. What do you think?"
After speaking, Zhao Liwei placed his dowry list on the coffee table.
Everything seemed exceptionally easygoing.
"Uh, brother, you might be mistaken, my daughter..."
Mr. Cao only knew that the richest man in the city was named Zhao Liwei, but he didn't know what Zhao Liwei looked like.
So in response to Zhao Liwei's words, he was particularly indifferent, and even wanted to refuse directly.
But when Mr. Cao opened the dowry list, the numbers on it immediately stunned him.
An apartment of four hundred square meters in the city center, a Bentley, a Mercedes, five million in cash, two storefronts in the top commercial street...
Altogether, it amounted to several tens of millions.
The amount was simply mind-boggling for Mr. Cao.
"This, this, brother, don't fool me."
