Angry?

Angry?

"I'm not short on money." Yang Bo's blunt answer nearly made Liu Jingxiang roll her eyes. You may not be short on money, but I am.

"Don't you want to hear their offer?" Liu Jingxiang naturally understood what Yang Bo meant, but she still asked tentatively.

"Jingxiang-jie, the most important thing in life is following the rules. I don't do things that break them. And do you really think they genuinely want to pay?" Yang Bo did not want to explain the deeper reasoning.

"You mean?" Liu Jingxiang immediately became alert at his words.

"How can you be sure they're genuine? Maybe some third party wants to harm me—and tomorrow's contestants. If you agreed to them and they released the news, whether it was true or not, it would affect tomorrow's match."

"Even if they are genuine, what if they go back on their word after the match and threaten to sue us? Do you think the court would rule that we received unjust enrichment?"

"I've already achieved these results. If they threaten us to return the money later, do you think we should return it or not?"

After hearing Yang Bo's string of questions, Liu Jingxiang asked doubtfully, "But the person who contacted me probably wouldn't..."

"Jingxiang-jie, no one does business at a loss. Even if they are sincere, that only means they have no confidence they can beat me. If I win, how much money do you think that will bring in?" Yang Bo said again.

Yang Bo knew that most women were obsessed with money. Once money was involved, they could barely walk away.

"That's true!" Liu Jingxiang thought about it and found his words reasonable.

Actually, Liu Jingxiang could have thought of these things before. She had simply been dazzled by the price they offered.