Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 391 - 392: Er Gou Zi’s Refusal

The astonishment on Er Gouzi’s face transitioned into shock. He had no understanding of company shares, but he understood what was being proposed. That once his throat was healed, he could peacefully settle in the city, even buy his own house, and begin a new life here.

What tremendous temptation!

Er Gouzi was completely taken aback and was unable to utter a single word. He had only saved a person incidentally.

Truth be told, he would have saved anyone in that situation!

However, he had never expected that saving a man could bring such a reward. For him, just healing his throat was already a tremendous gift.

After Di Mingjue finished speaking, he slid the document on the table forward and calmly said, "Once you press your handprint here, this contract will be effective."

Er Gouzi stared at the document on the table in disbelief. He couldn’t read, but he trusted Di Mingjue’s words.

At this time, Lan Feng stepped forward, picked up the document, and gave Er Gouzi a more thorough explanation. "Every year, Boss’s companies earn a net profit of around 50 billion. After you press your handprint, you will receive an annual income of 5 billion. You can go to school, start a business, or do nothing at all. As long as our Boss is in business, you will never worry about life expenses, it’s like being a minor rich man."

While explaining, Lan Feng put the document in Er Gouzi’s hands and handed him the ink pad.

Five billion? Er Gouzi’s eyes were filled with bewilderment; he had no concept of money and didn’t know how much five billion actually was.

But he understood the meaning of Lan Feng’s words.

He lifted his head to look at Di Mingjue, his eyes full of unprecedented shock.

Gu Qibao was frowning at the side too, feeling that it was too much!

She glanced at Di Mingjue, also feeling a bit nervous. If Er Gouzi really put his handprint on the document, then it would become legally effective.

Not that she’s unwilling to give up the money, but five billion a year, this...

Seemed a bit too much. Is this the way to express gratitude?

However, Di Mingjue remained calm, his eyes placidly meeting Er Gouzi’s. With a relaxed curl of his lips, he said, "It’s yours once you press your handprint."

Thump, Er Gouzi suddenly slid down from the chair, shaking his head and hands furiously.

Di Mingjue’s brow furrowed, and Gu Qibao’s did too.

"Er Gouzi, what are you doing?" Gu Qibao hastily pulled Er Gouzi, who was kneeling on the ground, back up.

Still, Er Gouzi kept shaking his hand and head, but he didn’t know how to express himself.

In his urgency, he grabbed the document and tore it into pieces.

Gu Qibao was a little surprised. Had Er Gouzi refused?

Afer tearing the document, Er Gouzi looked at Gu Qibao and Di Mingjue with red eyes, shook his head vehemently, then pointed to his throat, gave a thumbs-up, followed by pointing at the torn papers while shaking his hand again.

"Are you saying you only want your throat to be cured and don’t want money?" Di Mingjue asked.

Er Gouzi nodded hard.

Di Mingjue looked at Er Gouzi, his lips curling up slowly, he then extended his hand to pat Er Gouzi’s shoulder and said just two words, "Well done."

Er Gouzi wanted to shake hands with Di Mingjue to express his gratitude, but he couldn’t dare, so he took a step back, stood up straight, and respectfully bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

Di Mingjue directed his gaze to Lan Feng, "First arrange his treatment, then select a house for him, and finally see what he wants to do."

"Yes." Lan Feng bowed respectfully.

"Yo, good job, Er Gouzi." Gu Qibao showed a brilliant smile and also patted his shoulder, "You’re a good person; my husband made the right choice about you."

Gu Qibao was also relieved and touched. Even though Di Mingjue had shot the old man back then, he was being so generous to the person who saved her life.

Just as he said, she had no idea how important it is for her to keep living.

So important that money really doesn’t matter.

Er Gouzi also looked at Gu Qibao with teary eyes, raised his thumb up at her, then turned and held two thumbs up at Di Mingjue.

He remember, this man, is called Third Brother.