The green camphor tree has a deep view

"You, don't joke around." Wen Qing pinched the black bag and pushed it towards the table. "I don't need the necklace. You can give it to someone else."

"Is it because you need it that I give you something?"

Song Jingshen sat opposite, his eyes filled with coldness, but his body leaned forward, with a sense of oppression all over his body.

"You probably don't know that buying this chain at a counter would cost a seven-digit distribution fee."

"what?"

Wen Qing shuddered and almost couldn't hold the bag.

Therefore, even if Lin Lele took the 600,000 yuan, she would not be able to buy the same necklace from the counter. What he had just said to Lin Lele was just a conversion of the book value and had no effect at all.

More importantly, she couldn't afford to pay the compensation of 600,000 yuan, not to mention the distribution fee.

"Then tell me, what are you going to do?" Wen Qing's voice was low and hoarse, like a surrendered prey, she completely gave up struggling.

"I don't know the market situation in your circle, but I hope you can be fair."

"Also, I can do projects for Depth of Field Technology for free, and the labor fee will be calculated based on the workload. This should be feasible..."

Song Jingshen glanced at her silently, speechless in his heart.

He set a trap and she fell into it, and she did it in a very methodical manner, as if she was afraid that she would not suffer enough.

It was the first time he had seen prey bargaining with hunters, and it was actually kind of cute.

But in the end it was nothing but pity.

If you don't know how to adapt and don't know how to adapt to the times, no matter how high your academic qualifications are or how high your IQ is, it will be difficult for you to escape being bullied, let alone transcending social classes and becoming a superior person.

She has principles, backbone and nobleness in her mind, and knows how to endure and be roundabout, but the only thing she doesn't know how to scheme and is not good at flattering others.

She couldn't flatter or compliment people like Lin Lele did.

The little ability she had to pretend to be good and weak was forced out of her by him.

With that little skill, she only used it when he made her hard in bed.

Once she got out of bed, she immediately turned back into the stubborn, noble and pure girl, as if the embarrassment in bed had never happened.

Her entire state was clearly divided, as if there was a switch.

He is completely different in bed and out of bed, and in front of others and behind others.

Maybe he is the only one who can see all her looks.

But he was still worried, always feeling that she had a side that he hadn't seen, such as the side she faced with Gu Huaiyuan.

That side of her should be relaxed and affectionate.

But she never relaxed in front of him, let alone took the initiative to linger. The little passion she had was also a physiological instinct aroused by him.

But all she presented to him was passivity, timidity, and anxiety.

She never thought of wearing the gifts he gave her for him to see. Her first reaction was to sell them for money.

When she was short of money, the first thing she thought of was not him, but the things he gave her.

In her world, he is an insignificant existence who only brings her trouble and pain.

In her eyes, he also had no heart for this relationship, only desire.

A complex feeling surged in Song Jingshen's heart, depression, frustration, and anger, entangled into a strong and difficult to suppress emotion, bubbling up in his chest.

"With your workload and contribution, it can be completely ignored in the project. If you want to pay off your debt, it's not as convenient as sleeping with me."

He spoke sharply and harshly, without any regard for her dignity.

A layer of moisture welled up in Wen Qing's eyes, and her throat was choked for a moment, feeling sore and swollen. After a long while, she finally spoke with difficulty:

"Then...is it by number of times, or...by time?"

"Why, you're still counting the time?" Song Jingshen sneered, "I don't care, it's up to you. As long as you remember it clearly."

Wen Qing's cheeks felt hot as she thought about the two experiences she had just gone through. Each time, she was so tired that she fell asleep... She really couldn't remember the time.

"Then... according to the number of times," her face flushed, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible, "10,000 each time, okay?"

"What are you thinking about?" Song Jingshen leaned forward and stared into her eyes. "You've slept with me twice, but you still don't understand my rhythm?"

Wen Qing was choked up and speechless. When he went crazy, there was really no end in sight. If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't stand it, the number of times he went crazy would probably double.

"Then...what about five, five thousand?" Wen Qing's voice was as soft as a mosquito, with her head almost buried in her palms.

"The starting price is one thousand per time." Song Jingshen said coldly.

"what?"

What does starting mean?

"Change your posture, add 500. If you scream nicely, add another 500." Song Jingshen looked at her directly, his expression serious, but he said the most unbearable words, "I will consider the other price increase standards."

Wen Qing was stunned, and it took her a while to find her voice.

"But I...I can't."

"I can't learn slowly. I have plenty of patience." Song Jingshen raised his chin and pointed to the cup of tea in front of her, "Drink some. It's two thousand a pot. It would be a waste if you don't drink it."

"The money you help save can also be counted towards the debt."

"Really?" Wen Qing's eyes lit up, and she quickly picked up the teacup and drank it in one breath.

The tea is warm and has a rich aroma. It feels refreshing and comfortable when you drink it.

What’s even more comfortable is that it can be used to pay off debts.

Wen Qing drank one cup after another and finished half a pot in no time.

"I can't drink any more." Wen Qing touched her bloated belly and thought, this teapot doesn't look small, but it can hold a lot of things. She can't finish drinking even if her belly bursts.

Later I thought, a pot of tea is for the whole table of people to drink, how could she possibly finish it by herself?

So she looked up at Song Jingshen and asked, "Do you want to drink? I'll pour you a glass."

"You remember me now?" Song Jingshen said unhappily, but still nodded and motioned for her to pour tea.

Wen Qing quickly stood up and poured some tea into his cup.

Song Jingshen was tasting a thick soup. Seeing her unwilling look, he couldn't help but smile and said teasingly:

"You can pour tea for me, cook for me, and that can pay off your debt, but the prerequisite is that you are willing to do it and your attitude must be good."

"How do you calculate the money? If it's one dollar at a time, I'd rather not do it."

"The better your attitude, the higher the price. For example, this time just now, you had a gloomy face, which should not be worth a penny, but considering that you took the initiative to serve, I will charge you fifty." Song Jingshen argued.

Wen Qing was so angry that she said, "Okay, fifty is fifty."

Fly meat is also meat, she doesn't despise it.

Fearing that he would go back on his word, Wen Qing quickly took out her cell phone, opened the memo, quickly entered the notes, then found Song Jingshen's WeChat and sent it to him.

"I will report to you regularly in the future. I hope you will keep your word." Wen Qing said seriously.

"Keep your word? You overestimate me too much." Song Jingshen's lips curled slightly, revealing a bohemian expression on his face:

"You forgot that there is something in this world called interest."

"What do you mean?" Wen Qing's face changed.

"Since you are still a student, we will use the lowest standard and charge 50 percentage points. The annual interest is yuan, which is an average of yuan a day. How about that? Isn't it a good deal?"