"Repay the favor you owe as soon as possible." Li Youbin picked up his chopsticks and said, "The more you hold back the favor, the harder it will be to pay it back. This thing is not money, you can pay back as much as you borrow, but it measures your ability.

But you can't rely on it. If you rely on favors, your character will be ruined."

"Yes, I understand." Xu Rong nodded,

Seeing that Xu Rong was a little distracted, Li Youbin slapped his chopsticks on the table, then raised an example and said: "Take me for example. When we were filming "Bright Sword", Zhao Junkai from your company,

The salary offered to me was just over 10,000 yuan. To be honest, I don’t owe anyone any favors, but honestly speaking, I didn’t rely on this to make a living. I have to remember how good people are. Now, in order to repay the favor, I just gave me the salary.

We have negotiated a fixed price, Xiao Xu, please comment, is this the treatment that a Golden Eagle Emperor and a Feitian Emperor should have? Hey, this is repaying a favor. If you repay it like this, you will lose millions."

Although Xu Rong was applauded by him, he had already prepared his mentality and said: "Isn't there still one less to go? If you win a Grand Slam, you will lose even more."

Come on, let's hurt each other.

As expected, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across Li Youbin's expression, but he quickly smiled again and said: "Don't worry, it's better than nothing."

This was the worst meal Xu Rong had ever eaten in his life.

He didn't drink much wine, but Li Youbin responded to him every three to five sentences and every three to five games.

Completely out of character.

People compete for a breath, and Buddha competes for a stick of incense. He swore that when he won the Grand Slam in the future, he would have to give Li Youbin a hard blow.
Chapter completed!