Chapter 676: double

Mu Zi was ridiculed by Yu Yang's frankness, hung up the phone, and thought, Yu Yang was clearly preparing to use her coolie!
However, what he said also has some truth, maybe the other party is trying to get his own attention.
If that's the case, it's not difficult in fact. Mu Zi can take a month of sick leave to prepare for the exam at home.
That woman named Qin Lu, how can she be patient, can't run to Mu's house to harass her, right?
Mu Zi felt that things should not be that simple.
The next day, Mu Zi got up very early on purpose. At 5:30 in the morning, when the sky was just getting bright, she carried her schoolbag and went out.
The person arranged by Murong Cheng waited for her outside the gate of Mu's house. Mu Zi got into the car and went to the hotel where Qin Lu was.
The journey was smooth, and they were there in less than six o'clock.
At this time, the day-time workers in the hotel hadn't come yet, and the little duty was lying at the front desk sleeping in a daze. Mu Zi took someone to Qin Lu's room.
Knocked on the door, no one answered.
I kept knocking on the door, and heard the woman's curse: "Who! It was early in the morning, so let people not sleep?!"
The door opened with a squeak, and Qin Lu stood outside the door sleepily. When she saw Mu Zi, she was obviously taken aback and stayed at the door.
"You... why did you come?" Qin Lu was stunned, completely unexpected that Mu Zi would come over.
Mu Zi smiled softly and said, "Didn't you want me to help you? Let me see what trouble you are having."
After she finished speaking, she walked in slowly on crutches.
Qin Lu wanted to drive her out, but was afraid of the two men behind Mu Zi, and couldn't help standing nervously by the wall, staring at Mu Zi warily.
The smell in the room is very unpleasant, with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
Mu Zi saw a simple induction cooker and a small long-handled milk pot on the table. There was still leftover Chinese medicine residue in the milk pot, which was completely cold and should be leftovers from last night.
These days, not many people are willing to drink Chinese medicine.
"Are you sick? What's the disease?" Mu Zi turned to a few boxes of western medicine on the table. The corresponding symptoms on the box were numerous and the names were difficult to understand. Mu Zi couldn't tell what illness Qin Lu was ill.
Qin Lu hung her head and did not speak, holding the arm on the other side with one hand, a bit of passive resistance.
Mu Zi smiled, "I can even find out where you live, can't find out what kind of disease you have? Did you say it yourself, or wait for me to send someone to investigate?"
Qin Lu was approached by Mu Zi, with a guilty conscience, and saw that the two men brought by Mu Zi looked bad and didn't dare not cooperate.
She turned her face uncomfortably and said: "Malignant tumors are too expensive for surgery. I heard that drinking Chinese medicine can make the tumor go away, so I tried it."
Mu Zi nodded clearly, "So you are short of money? How much is the bid for the person who asked you to come to me?"
Qin Lu smiled sullenly: "Miss Mu, you have misunderstood. I came to Qingjiang to find you because of the lawsuit."
Mu Zi's lips curled up slightly, smiling without speaking.
Qin Lu was afraid that she would not believe in herself, and then explained: "You have also seen that it takes a lot of money to cure my disease. As long as we win the lawsuit and get the compensation, we can split half!"
"Don't waste time, let's talk, how much did the other party give you." Mu Zi said faintly, "Aren't you short of money to treat the disease? I can double it and treat it as a good deed."
Qin Lu listened, her eyes turned, and a sly light flashed under her eyes.
"Really?" She moved slightly and suspiciously.
In Qin Lu’s view, although the rich ladies are on the stage, the pocket money is actually limited. The stricter the tutoring, the poorer the pocket money. However, the cost of food and clothing at home is the best, so there is no shortage. The money is spent.
Qin Lu asked: "She gave me two hundred thousand, can you afford twice?"
Mu Zi didn't know what to do, the two men guarding the room sneered, as if they heard something extremely funny.
"Two hundred thousand? Is the price of Jingling so low? Two hundred thousand can buy people and do things."