She heard that Mu Liuchuan had actually put so much effort into preparing for the wedding.
Gu Xuexue smiled sweetly. "Really? Mommy, how much did he pay the reporters?"
Gu Meifeng spread out a hand and lifted a few fingers. "This number."
"Five hundred per person?" Usually, when reporters interviewed people, they would get at most one or two hundred yuan as a reward.
Gu Meifeng curled her lips. "How can he take out five hundred? Of course it's five thousand."
Five thousand yuan per person. There were dozens of reporters here. That was not a small sum. It was a few hundred thousand yuan for hard work.
Gu Xuexue felt sweetness in her heart.
"Brother Liuchuan really cares about me. If only this engagement banquet could be chosen in the banquet hall of the presidential palace…" Gu Xuexue was greedy and looked at the majestic building opposite the Furong Pavilion.
