Jiang Chuan smiled slightly and asked back, "Thirty million, is it a lot?"
Thirty million, is it a lot?
Yes, thirty million, it is a lot.
But for Jiang Chuan, thirty million is just a small number.
Because Jiang Chuan has many such numbers.
Of course, some clowns don't understand, so let's use facts to smack them in the face.
Jiang Chuan turned around, facing Wang Meili and the others, his chiseled face was already full of icy seriousness.
"You don't believe it, that's easy to handle, just check if there's thirty million in your company's account," Jiang Chuan said indifferently.
Wang Meili glanced at Sister Ma, who did not have this authority, but she was eager to see Jiang Chuan make a fool of himself, so she immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call the manager."
Soon, the manager arrived.
Of course, he had the right to check the company's accounts.
So, the manager immediately checked, although this would take some time.
