Yang Ming looked at Zhu Yating contemptuously and said with a smile, "You're wrong. I don't lack money."

"Never heard of anyone who would be disgusted with more money. I'll buy you one for ten thousand. If you sell me one hundred trees, it's one million, so you're satisfied." Zhu Yating said.

When it comes to money, Zhu Yating is confident. She thinks to herself: You are a small peasant, and tens of thousands of dollars are already attractive to you. I don't believe you will pretend to be forced to see money.

"No, I won't sell for as much money as I want, let alone for 10,000 or 100,000...