Sang Ning finally let go of Director Sun's hand, bent down to grab a handful of money from the money bag, counted a small stack, and handed it to Director Sun: "Director Sun, take this. It's the 6,000 yuan we owe you."
Director Sun's hands trembled slightly as he accepted the money, clearly infuriated: "Didn't we agree to round it off to eight thousand? Aren't you cutting this a bit too much?"
His tone was filled with rage, but he didn't dare to do anything about it, so he just stared with wide eyes.
Sang Ning smiled with pursed lips, responding without any guilt or embarrassment, "No matter how tough it gets, we can't make it tough on the guests. We still need to record the program for a long time. What's wrong with giving us more money to improve our lives?"
Having said that, she picked up the money bag and glanced at Xiang Daqiang: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go pick peaches for the sponsor."
