Sister Wang wiped away her tears and said, "A full ten thousand yuan, we can’t come up with that. After many discussions, we finally set the amount at five thousand five hundred yuan."
Five thousand five hundred, not a lot, but in this era, it wasn’t too little either; it was half of what a ten thousand yuan household would have.
Although the integrity of a person can’t be measured with money, what happened had happened, and there was no other way but to negotiate a solution.
"Although we act as this supplier, we are only middlemen. There’s the money that has to go to the fruit farmers, and the customers don’t settle their bills promptly, so our cash flow is also limited."
Cheng Su understood and immediately said, "I’ll notify our finance department right away and settle up with you."
"No, no, that’s not what I mean!" Sister Wang stuttered, "Even if we settle up, there won’t be enough money, so, so..."
"How much are you short? If the amount isn’t large, I might be able to lend you some," Cheng Su hesitated and said.
Sister Wang’s face turned redder upon hearing this, and she said gratefully, "You’re a good person, but I’m not here to borrow money."
"Then what is it...?"
Sister Wang pursed her lips and said, "You’re our family’s benefactor. We really don’t want to trouble you. If it wasn’t our last resort, we wouldn’t have thought of this."
Cheng Su was confused.
"Well, my family and I have discussed it, and, it’s about the house we have now in Joy Soon Loy, we want to take it back and sell it, because we really don’t have enough money!" Sister Wang said with a flushed face.
Cheng Su’s expression changed; taking back and selling meant they no longer wanted to rent it out.
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