At this moment, no matter what Lin Nianhe said, Sie Yufei believed she was right.
He foolishly followed Lin Nianhe inside and resolutely signed a contract with a 30-70 box office split for five movies.
Lin Nianhe flicked the letter signed and sealed by Sie Yufei and said to him, "Go on, earn one thousand yuan, and the full set of equipment will arrive within half a month."
"Really, Sister He? Are you serious, Sister He? You're not lying to me, Sister He?" Sie Yufei's eyes sparkled.
"I'm not lying to you, now scram."
"Alright!"
Sie Yufei happily rolled away.
But soon he rolled back with his big broom, sweeping the backyard's ground spotlessly clean, almost turning over the ground with the broom.
Lin Nianhe put away the contract, figuring she would need Shen Yu's help to buy the equipment.
She wasn't worried about this transaction being a loss—as long as Sie Yufei didn't crazily work himself sick, buying this equipment wouldn't be considered a loss.
