She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"That's not the case." Manshu changed the subject, "Since Mr. Gu has seen me at the wool sales conference, he should know that I made a few million by chance."

Gu Zimo was stunned.

Is that the reason?

Just because you made millions, you don’t care about the 200,000?

But a few million is nothing to him.

Money goes away quickly.

"There is one more thing that Mr. Gu may not know. The decoration of my house alone is 200,000 yuan more than other houses."

The way she looked at Gu Zimo really had that kind of meaning.

So, how can you have the nerve to give someone an extra two hundred thousand and ask them to change their house, while still looking like they are getting a great deal?

"Then on this basis, give Manshu another 200,000 yuan." Gu Zimo did not wait for Manshu to speak and continued to persuade, "I hope Manshu can think carefully about it. The extra money is enough for you and your grandmother's expenses, and even for you to finish college."

"No one would complain about having too much money, right?"

The fact that the decoration of that house was worth two hundred thousand yuan more than other houses was just a lie made up by Mansu.

In fact, the apartment upstairs that Yan Siyu saw was not bad either, except that the decoration was a bit old-fashioned. However, because the family came from a scholarly background, the materials they chose were also good.

If we really compare them, it may be comparable to Manshu's.

If this person has nothing to do with him, Manshu will never go against money.

It would be a good thing that she would only live here for one year during her senior year of high school. If the old lady lives here in the future, her requirements for decoration would not be as high as Manshu's.

At least, the house upstairs must conform to the aesthetic tastes of the elderly.

"No one would complain about having too much money, but I just simply like the house I bought myself."

Manshu didn't want to talk to Gu Zimo any more. "You can't buy what you love with money. Why does Mr. Gu embarrass me, a little girl who has never seen the world? A gentleman doesn't take away what others like, right?"

After she finished speaking, she ignored Gu Zimo and walked straight into the community.

Gu Zimo looked at Manshu's back, and a shadow appeared under his eyes.

A good gentleman does not take away what others like!

But what if he wants to take it?

"Oh, right." Manshu turned back as if inadvertently and met Gu Zimo's gaze which he didn't have time to retract.

She pretended not to notice the darkness in his eyes and smiled, "I believe Mr. Gu will not use other means to force us to move, right? After all, I think Mr. Gu is an upright person since he came here in person."

"Of course not." Gu Zimo's eyes changed and he said lightly.

"I believe Mr. Gu is not the kind of petty person." Manshu seemed very satisfied with his reaction. "My grandmother and I are from the countryside and don't know the etiquette. If I have offended you, please forgive me, Mr. Gu."

People who come from the countryside don’t know etiquette.

If Mr. Gu dares to use a tough approach, then we will naturally be willing to do so.

The phrase "one should be careful before using the weapon" can now be applied to Gu Zimo.

He understood the implication of Yan Manshu's words and his face looked unhappy.

"I still hope that Manshu can think about it carefully. If you figure it out, you can call me anytime."

Gu Zimo seemed not to care at all. He took out a business card from the car, walked a few steps to catch up with Manshu, and handed it to her.

Across the street, Yan Siyu, who was having dinner with Lin Wenya, happened to see this scene.

From her point of view, Gu Zimo was giving Yan Manshu something.

A word suddenly popped up in her mind - private transfer!