Tang Wan mockingly laughed, âFather, are you treating me like a beggar? Who doesnât know that Tangâs current market value is more than 10 billion! The 10% shares in my hand and the annual dividends are nearly 100 million? Even if Iâm a minor, you canât give me too little pocket money! If you donât believe me, ask the rich second generations in my school whose pocket money doesnât start with 500,000 yuan! Do you know? As the daughter of Tang Jia, I have no face to meet with others because Iâm lacking money. I am so frustrated! The dove egg rings on Aunt Zhaoâs hand are worth 50 million! Youâre willing to buy her something so expensive, but youâre reluctant to give pocket money to your daughter?! If this spreads out⊠people will think wind was blown into your ear on the pillow,1 and now you treat your deceased wifeâs daughter harshly!â
Tang Yitong stood by the side and indifferently listened to Tang Wanâs words.
However, as far as he knows, the rich second generations at the school didnât receive more then 100,000 yuan in pocket money a month.
Tang Wan started by asking for 500,000 yuan. Isnât she afraid that Tang Wansong will check?
Naturally, Tang Wansong wouldnât let people check. In fact, the amount of pocket money he gave Tang Wan was indeed because of Zhao Xiaâs words. When she was angry at Tang Wang, she deliberately punished her for by reducing it from 20,000 yuan per month to 2,000 yuan a month.
Therefore, Tang Wansong naturally felt guilty when he heard this.
âDaddy knows, itâs all dadâs fault. Wan Wan, donât be angry! How about dad also gives you 500,000 yuan every month?â Tang Wansong asked.
Tang Wan immediately said, âNo, at least 600,000! I borrowed a million yuan and havenât paid it back! I am so rich, but I still have to borrow money to spend. Do you know how embarrassed I felt? â
As soon as Tang Wang said this, Tang Wansong quickly changed his stance, âOkay, Dad knows. I will let the secretary call you two million first, ok?â
âThatâs more like it! Dad still cares about me!â Tang Wan immediately smiled.
Seeing that she was coaxed, Tang Wansong felt relieved.
Before the shares were coaxed from her, he would try his best to satisfy all Tang Wanâs requirements.
Although six hundred thousand a month is a pain, compared with hundreds of millions of shares, it was nothing.
âŠAre other executives this stupid? She couldnât believe he gave out half a million in pocket money!
Sheâs got so much money now!
Litte Cutie angerly burst out at this moment, [Host, he is not worthy of being your dad! I am your good dad!]
This kind of scum is actually called dad by the host!
He is dissatisfied!
[You can shut up!] Tang Wan was speechless.
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After the negotiation with Tang Wansong was over, Tang Wan stood up from the sofa, âDad, Iâm a little tired, so Iâll go and rest first. Let Aunt Zhou send my dinner upstairs.â
Tang Wansong immediately nodded.
Before going upstairs, Tang Wan turned to Tang Yitong and said, âTang Yitong, you come up with me.â
Seeing this, Tang Wansong thought that Tang Wan was in a bad mood and would vent on him. However, he didnât say anything.
It would be a problem if he didnât have a second son. But now that he has a better choice, there is no need to care about this trash son.
Anyway, he is a son with a bad brain and a bad personality. It doesnât matter if Tang Wan uses him as a punching bag.
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Tang Yitong stood up in silence and went upstairs with her.
Tang Yitong had never entered the original ownerâs room. So when Tang Wan asked him to enter, he hesitated.
Upon seeing this, Tang Wan immediately said, âWhat are you still waiting for? Come in!â
After saying that, she went in first.
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[1] Blow Pillow Wind â Words instigated by a wife or mistress on the pillow. Refers to interfering in the affairs of the man.