Ji Shuqin was completely dumbfounded; this Brother Niu was just too... obsequious, with his nods and bows that were so different from the haughty air he had put on during their previous encounter.
"Ji Shuqin," Ling Dong waved the promissory note in front of him.
Ji Shuqin came back to his senses, took the promissory note, and looked it over carefully. It was his handwriting, and the handprint was also his. He nodded and said, "Yes, this is it."
"Good."
Ling Dong tore up the promissory note right there and then, at the same time handing Brother Niu two hundred yuan.
Brother Niu hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Ling Dong, how can I take your money? I can't accept this. Consider this money as a way to calm Ji big brother's nerves."
"The borrowed money, naturally, he should return," Ling Dong said with impatience in his eyes; at the Liunian Factory, a new perfume was being launched, and he had many things to busy himself with.
"No need, no need."
