As the saying goes, the second-rank official in front of the prince's sect should be Qian Dajiang who took the initiative to say hello to her.

Although she came here this time to ask for money.

Qian Dajiang tidied up his collar and looked at Yang Peipei sitting on the sofa:

"You are Miss Yang, are we all very busy, let's get straight to the point. Do you have any questions to come to me?"

Then Yang Peipei looked away from the newspaper, and then said with a smile:

"Boss Qian is indeed a cheerful person. I'm here to pay a sum of money today..."

Yang Peipei took a sip of coffee and crossed her legs and said:

"Don't think we are short of money. Young Master Song's funds are more than 10 times that of yours."

"I just turn over 5 billion from you for the time being. In 10 days, I will give you three cents of interest. And I will say good things about you in front of Young Master Song, and how about it? Isn't it very cost-effective?"

In Yang Peipei's view, how many people's dream is to get a favor from Young Master Song!

This is really Qian Dajiang's luck.

Yang Peipei closed the newspaper and said:

"Okay, that's it. I'm very busy. I still have something to do. I'll write you an IOU and you can send me 5 billion."

In Yang Peipei's opinion, Young Master Song and Qian Dajianghua transferred 5 billion yuan, and Qian Dajiang should be very happy.

Because it was him who beat Master Song.

Qian Dajiang glanced at the documents on the table, and then said slowly:

"Sorry! Our bank has no money to put in, so it's disappointing you."

Bang!

Yang Peipei slapped the coffee table in front of him:
Chapter completed!