"How much money is needed?" Zhang Yanlin tentatively asked.
"The shop rental combined with renovation and product costs are estimated to require one hundred thousand yuan," Huo Chen replied.
"One hundred thousand yuan, why so much!" Zhang Yanlin's face registered shock, his mouth so agape it could fit an egg.
Zhang Yuhua, standing by his side, was also internally shaken. She was making less than one hundred yuan a month, and opening a store required one hundred thousand yuan. She wouldn't have that much money even if she never ate or drank for the rest of her life.
This young man, along with his friend Keller, had opened so many shops; he truly was wealthy.
Zhang Yuhua looked at Huo Chen with eyes full of envy, thinking that indeed, nothing was more vexing than comparing oneself to others.
"I need to discuss this with your aunt before deciding on this matter," Zhang Yanlin said, his complexion changing.
