"Why not have Assistant Hu drive this car directly to the house you gave me? By the way, the house you gave me comes with a parking space, right?"
Qin Mu stared at Cheng Lang for a long while before replying, "The villa I gave you does come with a garage."
"That's good." Cheng Lang smiled. "That saves trouble."
Qin Mu's gaze fell lightly on the black card on the coffee table. "What about this card, then?"
"I'll keep this card." Cheng Lang walked over, picked up the black card, and examined it repeatedly. With a grin, he said, "I've never seen this much money in my life. Looks like Heaven hasn't treated me too badly after all, giving me the chance to meet such a benefactor. I won't have to worry about food or clothes for the rest of my life."
Cheng Lang checked the time. It was almost nine in the evening. "Qin, do you have anything else to discuss? If not, I'll head downstairs first. It'll be my performance time soon. The guests are waiting for me to go onstage!"
Qin Mu looked at Cheng Lang and slowly said, "Nothing else. Go do your work."
After Cheng Lang left the private room, Han Mingchen could not help asking, "What exactly is that kid trying to do? Why can't I figure him out?"
Assistant Hu adjusted his glasses and analyzed, "He says he'll accept it, but in reality, he's holding back."
Hu Li did not believe Cheng Lang's nonsense. What loan incentive policy could possibly be more important than getting a villa and a luxury car for free? And he kept saying he trusted Qin Mu's character—it was obviously just an excuse.
"Then why won't he accept?" Han Mingchen grew even more confused. "No, if he didn't want