For someone like him, a second-generation rich, a few tens of thousands is just a drizzle, but for someone poor like Wang Dadong who rides a bicycle, it's a huge sum.
When the time comes, if Wang Dadong can't pay up, tsk tsk.
Wang Dadong has never hesitated to fiercely slap the face of someone who thinks they're amazing just because they have some stinking money, especially when they are full of excuses after doing something wrong.
He immediately feigned horror and asked, "Compensation, how much?"
Seeing Wang Dadong looking scared, the smile on Wang Chen's lips grew wider, "Originally, repainting would cost seventy to eighty thousand, but seeing that life is quite tough for you, I'll give you a discount, just pay forty thousand."
"What? Forty thousand!" Wang Dadong said in panic.
