The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 107 How Do You Plan to Pay It Back?

"W-what?" Lin Lele couldn't believe his ears.

The president of the Song Group wants to buy her second-hand necklace?

She was confused for a moment, but didn't dare to ask, so she looked at Gu Jia for help.

Gu Jia had already lost her temper, and asked calmly, "Brother Jingshen, are you buying the necklace to give to someone?"

"If you're not giving it away, can't you buy it?" Song Jingshen replied coldly, then looked at Lin Lele, "Why, it's inconvenient for you to tell me your bank account number?"

Lin Lele was sweating profusely. After a long stalemate, he finally protested tremblingly:

"Mr. Song, there is an old saying that goes, 'A gentleman does not take away what others love. Could you please not…"

"Six hundred thousand." Song Jingshen blurted out without blinking.

"After you receive the money, you can go to the counter and buy five pairs of the same style. Do you agree to sell them to me?"

Lin Lele thought for a moment, then raised her hand, untied the necklace around her neck, and placed it carefully on the table.

"Mr. Song, this is my payment code, just scan it." Lin Lele handed over his phone in a servile manner.

Song Jingshen scanned the code to transfer the money without saying a word.

With a "ding dong" sound, a huge amount of money arrived.

Lin Lele stared at the long string of numbers on her phone and felt dizzy.

Oh my God, money is so easy to make, she really doesn’t want to work hard anymore!

"Mr. Song, what other jewelry do you want? I'll help you find it!"

"Give it to me." Song Jingshen stared at the necklace spread out in a circle on the table and said to Lin Lele.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot something."

Lin Lele took out a rather delicate deerskin bag from her bag, and with a click, poured out a pair of sunglasses.

The sunglasses were quickly thrown aside, but the precious necklace on the table was carefully sorted out, put into the bag, and then handed to Song Jingshen by Lin Lele with both hands.

"Mr. Song, your necklace."

"Yeah." Song Jingshen took the bag and put it into the inside pocket of his coat as if nothing had happened. His expression seemed to have improved a lot.

"Brother Jingshen, why did you insist on buying Lin Lele's necklace? It has been worn by someone else..."

Gu Jia was puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask too directly.

"Hey, Mr. Song is busy with all kinds of things every day, how can he have time to go to the counter to choose? Isn't it said in the jokes on the Internet? CEOs won't pick up money on the ground, because they can make more money by picking up money."

Lin Lele was afraid that the money she had earned would fly away, so she kept complimenting Song Jingshen.

"Brother Jingshen, are you really not giving it to someone else?" Gu Jia ignored Lin Lele and asked anxiously.

It seems that he values ​​this necklace very much. Is he going to give it to someone with a special status?

"Sister Gu, this necklace is a limited edition and a serious piece of jewelry. It must be worth collecting. It doesn't have to be given as a gift, right, Mr. Song?"

Lin Lele defended Song Jingshen's wise decision at all costs, not allowing him to regret it in the slightest, and even more so did not want Gu Jia to become suspicious.

"In that case, why do you want to sell it? Wouldn't it be more reasonable to keep it and wait for it to appreciate in value?" Gu Jia asked Lin Lele in a very impolite tone.

Lin Lele smiled and said, "With my small body, I can't carry six-figure jewelry. If I wear it around my neck for too long, I'm worried that it will shorten my life. Today, while Mr. Song is happy, I will sell it quickly and cash it in. This is the best choice."

"Humph, you're not just cashing in today, you're simply making something for nothing." Gu Jia sneered and said, "You may be happy selling, but the buyer may not be getting a good deal."

"As long as you are happy, what's the point of talking about cost-effectiveness?"

Song Jingshen picked up a piece of asparagus and raised his voice slightly, saying, "When it comes to getting something for nothing, none of us can compare to the original owner. He dared to sell the gifts from the sponsor, and he wasn't afraid of being eaten by wolves."

The man's voice was low but very penetrating. It reached the side door and fell into Wen Qing's ears word by word.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she slowly squatted down, staring at the bowl of cold chicken noodle soup in front of her, lost in thought.

The necklace she sold to Lin Lele was recognized by him at a glance and he bought it back at a high price.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but all this happened right in front of Gu Jia.

Did he do it on purpose?

Isn’t he afraid that Gu Jia will suspect him, investigate him, and then find out that he is supporting her?

Wen Qing shuddered, a chill running down her spine.

She hugged herself gently, curled up into a ball, wishing she could disappear here immediately.

After a long time, there seemed to be no movement in the box. Wen Qing wanted to stand up, but found that her legs and feet were numb. The slightest movement caused a sharp pain, and her vision went black.

It must be because I squatted for too long and my blood circulation was affected.

She quickly stretched out her hands to support the floor and stretched her body quietly for a while.

With a creaky sound, the side door was pushed open from the inside.

Wen Qing was startled and hurriedly tried to turn around to avoid being seen by others.

But my legs and feet were still sore and weak, and I couldn't move them. If I twisted my body a little, I would lose my balance and almost fall.

Song Jingshen took a step with his long legs, came out of the side door, stood steadily in the quaint corridor, and looked at her steadily.

Wen Qing held on tightly to the railing beside her, her body stiff, waiting for her legs and feet to gradually regain consciousness.

"You can't even walk, yet you're still thinking about hiding. Can you really hide?"

Song Jingshen approached her, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and turned to walk towards the box.

Before Wen Qing could react, she was put back into the high-back chair in front of the dining table.

She looked down and found that the dishes on the table had not changed much, but there was a teapot with a silk pattern.

It should be the Biluochun ordered by Gu Jia.

Wen Qing looked towards the main door of the box anxiously, worried that Gu Jia would come back.

"Want some tea? It's still hot."

Song Jingshen sat back opposite, picked up the teapot, and filled the teacup with warm tea.

"I'm not too thirsty." Wen Qing said softly.

"Have a drink and stretch your muscles. You will be with me tonight."

Song Jingshen placed a cup of hot tea in front of her and said with a relaxed look.

"But I...I want to go home." Wen Qing mustered up her courage and tried to make her words clear.

"Mr. Song, I know you are very angry now, but before I sold the necklace to Lin Lele, I had checked the relevant laws and regulations, and I have the right to resell it."

"You just heard Lin Lele say that I only asked for 30,000 yuan when I sold it to her. I will give you the 30,000 yuan now. I hope you will be magnanimous and not make a fuss with me."

After saying that, Wen Qing took out her cell phone from her bag and transferred money to Song Jingshen. Before she clicked send, she heard a sneer from the other side.

"Since you heard everything, you naturally know how much money I spent to buy the necklace back."

Wen Qing was stunned, raised her wet eyes, and looked at him innocently: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to spend so much money..."

"Snapped--"

A small black deerskin bag was thrown into Wen Qing's arms, followed by the man's cold voice.

"So, you owe me six hundred thousand now, how are you going to pay me back?"