A businessman is a businessman after all. Just now Zhang Yang saw at a glance that he had lung cancer, so let's put aside for the moment whether he really cured him.

Just because this is so accurate, if you can go to your own outpatient clinic and frighten patients casually, the sales of the medicine will definitely be very considerable.

However, he was also worried that Zhang Yang would make a big deal out of him, so he deliberately said it was to help him, and also told him the price, which could be regarded as telling him his bottom line.

"Work-study program?" Zhang Yang asked with a frown.

He pretended to be calm, but in his heart he was so angry that he wanted to rush up and slap his fat face twice.

Damn, are you blind or ignorant? Didn’t you see that I was wearing clothes worth 8,000 yuan?

Have you ever seen a student wearing an 8,000-dollar suit who needs work-study?

In order to be more suitable for Feng Yanran, he deliberately wore clothes worth 8,000 yuan, but to be so ruthlessly ignored, his self-esteem was severely damaged.

It’s fine if I’m dressed shabbily and people think I’m poor. Why am I being thought of as a poor person even if I’m wearing clothes worth 8,000 yuan?

Could it be that I was born with a bitter face?

"Yeah, brother, what do you think?"
Chapter completed!