Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

14. Twenty Five Million

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Give me a fxcking break. Does this Hamish guy think I need rescue from him, huh? who does he think he is? And most importantly, does he think I can't handle someone with Mario's tongue alone so he wants to be a knight in shining armor for me?

What the fxck am I doing with these three fxcking idiots by the way? Why the fxck did I let them be my friends in the first place, huh? What the fxck was going on in my mind?

Honestly, I don't have the answers to those questions. Clearly, I just have to deal with this situation with their existence first. Longest this year. After that, I can escape the stupidity and uselessness of all three.

"Anyway." Mario returned to the topic, paying no heed to the violence that had just occurred before his eyes. I don't know why he felt the need to challenge me first. "If you nawarin a decent amount of money, he would definitely consider his decision. In accordance with the information we get from agent Aldi if he is also a scholarship child. Mr. Mul also I'm sure did not get a salary as much. After all, according to the people in his class, what is more tempting than money, anyway? Whahuh? I don't think there is."

I know that Mario's opinion is mostly true. What is more lucrative than money to those who have never had it? Who had only dreamed about the sheets of paper? There aren't. There aren't. Money has become the goal of human life in this day and age.

Okay. I can take advantage of this fact. I can obviously use this information as the basis of my offer. All I have to do is think about the numbers.

"According to you on what numbers can not be rejected by people with economic conditions like Mr Mul?" I threw this question into the middle of the table so that those who claimed to be my friends could come to think of the answer I was looking for.

"Gue feels bigger better." Hamish shared his thoughts.

Aldi has returned to its habitat. He nodded his head at the phone he had snatched back from my hand. "Nope." He then refuted. "You should consider Kimaya's personality. What kind of girl is she. Do you think he'd be willing to receive an unsensible amount of money with the effort he put in?"

This time I did not understand the meaning of Aldi's words. I glanced at Hamish who was furrowing his brows and Mario who was inexplicably confused as well. Heh. Where's your answer, Smartxss?

Not getting the response he expected, Aldi raised his head with Mohawk's haircut. "Eragh!" he said after realizing that we would not give him what he expected. "This is, as a result, if you Caucasians often meet and choose girls whose work only likes to be gold diggers. White butt-butt lo on–" He stopped his own sentence to apologize to Mario who was obviously getting an exception. "Ets, sori, Yo! I don't mean racist."

Mario put his broad shoulders.

After that, Aldi continued. "Your overseas buttocks are usually cleaned with the same type of girls for money. But, not every girl wants to be a gold digger, Coy. Some want to be doctors, nurses, and other professions besides being an artificial sweetener for Om-Om rich."

What the fxck is he talking about?

"Lo say what, anyway, Anxinggg?" Mario didn't know that he had voiced the question in my heart.

It makes my blood rise to the crown. "Fxcking hell, idiots! Stop rambling." I glared my eyes at Hamish who was holding her back at once as well. Next I turned my body towards Aldi so that I could give him full attention. "And, lo. Explain to me what you said just now!"

"Chill, ma bro. You don't have to snap at him either, do you?" Mario commented. I don't know what it means to say that. Either want to provoke me more or really care about the Aldi. "Lo, right, could ask to explain well with him. He's thinking about your business, you know. Not his own business. So polite why? Pricing people."

My position made me unable to see Mario directly, but I started to think that was the best. Because, if he and I look at each other, I don't know what will happen. This way I can breathe deeply and throw it away slowly.

When I opened my eyes, I met Aldi's eyes that were still watching me. Without needing to open my mouth, the guy had put his phone on the table and talked first. "Yes, I mean, if you nawarin money, the amount is reasonable. Don't go overboard. Plain chick bin innocent kayak Kimaya might not act like a gold digger, if you know what I mean. Maybe if you offer money with a fantastic amount, later he even offended and do not want to help you elo."

Okaay. Now we're getting somewhere.

"Lo said how many there were?" He asked in kalakian.

"About one thousand and five hundred questions. Half of the second-grade exercises are in the notebook." I gave an answer according to what the damn Mr. Mul said.

"Hm. Okay." Okay." He nodded once. "That's three months, huh?"

Now it's my turn to nod.

Aldi seemed to think for a moment. I don't understand what he's thinking and how to calculate a reasonable number to be a wage to do that much. After a few moments, he finally said. "When viewed from the time spent, the energy drained, and the knowledge used in working on a mountain of bullshit matters, I suggest you give him twenty-five million."

One of my eyebrows automatically rose to the forehead hearing the nominal called by the Aldi. "Seriously?" I asked seriously.

The Dipshxt put his shoulders down. "Yep, I think that's enough. Especially for people of their class, look twenty-five million money is definitely like a golden tree."

Is it true what he said? Time to see the amount of money is only that much they are already excited?

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