Chapter 7 Is This Money A Lot?

• "Who is speaking nonsense here? You have some nerve!"
• Bang.
• The doors of the banquet hall were forcefully kicked open, and a figure rushed in.
• He had slicked-back hair, and his small eyes squeezed out from his chubby face as he walked arrogantly.
• It was Dong Peng.
• Crash.
• The faces of the Liu family turned pale, each of them shrinking their heads, afraid of being affected.
• Dong Peng glanced at Liu Ruoqing before fixing his gaze on Shen Lian.
• "Liu Shanhe, is it your son-in-law from the Liu family who threatened to destroy my Dong family?"
• Liu Shanhe was furious, but when he saw Dong Peng's respectful appearance, he quickly explained, "My son-in-law misunderstood. This individual has long had nothing to do with our Liu family."
• While sneering, Dong Peng's lecherous eyes scanned Liu Ruoqing, making her feel disgusted, especially after hearing about his perverted fetish for women...
• "It was me who said that."
• Shen Lian fearlessly stepped forward.
• "What a sin, what a sin. Dong Shao, you see, he dares to be so arrogant even when you're here. Don't you know how many insults he made against you and your noble family before you arrived?"
• "Hmph, I like this kind of fearlessness!"
• Dong Peng narrowed his eyes into slits and clapped his hands. At this moment, several people walked in from outside, placing suitcases on the ground in a row, all filled with brand new red envelopes.
• The relatives of the Liu family were stunned, stretching their necks and drooling with desire.
• Liu Shanhe couldn't stop smiling.
• "These are the betrothal gifts from my Dong family, with an auspicious number, a total of 8.88 million."
• "But my father said, this is just the betrothal gift. On the wedding day, it will be at least this amount," Dong Peng extended five fingers and leisurely glanced at Shen Lian.
• "Now I want to ask, is this money a lot?"
• Shen Lian rubbed his wrist and calmly sat in the chair.
• Dong Peng's face turned red in an instant, and Liu Qianqian quickly said, "These people only know how to talk sourly. I'm afraid they can't even come up with a penny when it comes to real action!"
• "Dong is a young and promising entrepreneur. He has already made it into the top ten young entrepreneurs in Zhonghai City at the age of just over twenty. What are you worth?"
• "Well, people can really be divided into different categories. Someone like Dong is a rare talent, while certain people can only be like mud on the ground."
• The members of the Liu family all turned their attention to Shen Lian.
• Dong Peng felt pleased hearing this. He looked at Shen Lian, but the latter remained calm, only looking gently at Liu Ruoxing.
• He disdained arguing with these people; he only cared about her.
• "Ruoxing, you have seen the strength of the Dong family. As long as you agree to this marriage, not only you, but the entire Liu family will prosper."
• "Even if you don't do it for your grandfather, you should consider Nian Nian's future. You have already been harmed by him once; don't repeat the same mistake."
• Liu Shanhe said seriously.
• The Liu family has reached a bottleneck in its development. If they can sign a few contracts with the help of the Dong family's strength, they will undoubtedly enter the ranks of prestigious families.
• Liu Ruoxing's palms were sweaty, caught in a dilemma.
• "I have already consulted the top medical team abroad for Nian Nian's legs, so you don't need to worry!"
• Suddenly, Shen Lian spoke up.
• "What a joke! Can you stop bragging?"
• "Before you went to prison, you were as poor as a loser. I bet the money you earned from doing hard labor in prison wouldn't even cover the registration fee, right?"
• Liu Qianqian chuckled, and Dong Peng joined in with a sneer.
• "Although your daughter is disabled, I, Dong Peng, am not heartless. I will help her recover her legs."