"Moreover, this is only your salary for one term. If my son is satisfied, he will give you a bonus next month."
The middle-aged man spoke from a position of superiority, looking down on Qin Heng and the others. He didn't take them seriously at all, assuming they would certainly accept.
As soon as he said this, the dormitory fell silent.
The rest of the people also looked at Qin Heng and the other two with disdain, their eyes filled with scornful laughter.
Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, giving the middle-aged man a scrutinizing glance. Jiang Pingqiao glanced at the money on the table, seemingly shocked, but then turned his head away.
SMACK!
Jingfeng stood up abruptly, pointed at the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice, "Who do you think you are? It's not just about this money; even if it were ten times more, you're not qualified to make such demands of me!"
The money on the table totaled 150,000.
