"I mean..." Sanzi said, "One of my brothers was beaten by your son and was seriously injured. What do you think we should do about this?"

Chen Dahong asked: "What are you going to do?"

"No matter what, it'll cost... five thousand yuan, right?" Sanzi casually asked for a quite large amount.

"Five thousand?!" Chen Dahong's voice was slightly excited: "Okay, five thousand is five thousand. Where are you? I'll go over right now!"

The third son was full of doubts, wondering if he was missing something?

Sanzi asked a little uncertainly: "You...you agreed?"

Chen Dahong said excitedly: "Why don't you agree? I must agree!"

The third son wanted to slap himself in the mouth, thinking that rich people really don't regard money as money. They agreed so easily for five thousand yuan. If they had known that they should have ordered more, they would have asked for thirty thousand or fifty thousand yuan!

But the words had already been spoken and it was difficult to change them, so Sanzi reported his address.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away. We agreed on five thousand yuan, and we can't go back on it!" Chen Dahong immediately hung up the phone.

Look, people are still afraid of going back on their word, so it’s really going to be less!

Also, if you can use such an expensive mobile phone for your children, what does five thousand yuan mean?
Chapter completed!