Zhang Dongmei simply didn't believe that Su Xiaoxiao, that idiot, would be invited by the meat processing plant to offer guidance.
Bragging without even a draft.
She snorted and rolled her eyes, seeing that Su Xiaoxiao hadn't responded, she grew more smug: "Su Xiaoxiao, could it be that you're regretting it now?"
Su Xiaoxiao: "..." What did she have to regret about? She was seriously pondering how to make Zhang Dongmei hemorrhage money.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "Zhang Dongmei, if you lose, give me your bicycle. If I lose, I'll give you a hundred bucks, how about that?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Dongmei's voice rang out in doubt: "Can you actually fork out a hundred bucks? Don't dodge the payment then."
Su Xiaoxiao was waiting for this exact line: "Don't worry, I can give you a written guarantee. Likewise, you'll write one for me, and we'll find a witness, write it all out in black and white, and then there's no fear of anyone dodging payment."
