Ning Hao suddenly received a large transfer.
He went to the bank and found out it was transferred by Zhang Mansheng, not a penny short.
Initially, he had mentioned earning some interest, but didn't take any at this time.
He sent a message to Zhang Mansheng, asking, "Mr. Zhang, why did you transfer the money back?"
Zhang Mansheng's reply was straightforward: "It's your money to begin with. If you were dating Mengyu, I could have kept it for her as a dowry, but since you're not, I definitely have to return it to you. However, those two bottles of wine, I drank them, so there's no chance of returning them. By the way, don't think about sending the money back; I've already closed my old bank account, returning it is a waste of effort."
Ning Hao said, "Even if you want to give it to me, you should at least charge some interest. I'll transfer a hundred thousand via WeChat, you must accept it."
"Seventy thousand is enough."
"Alright!"
