"So you mean you want me to partner with you in doing this?"
"Yeah," Chen Yue lowered her voice, "You just told me that opening a small beauty salon would require 200,000 to 400,000 yuan in capital, and I currently have 300,000."
"Where did you get so much money?" Zhang Mengchu was taken aback, then she immediately realized and exclaimed, "From your boyfriend?"
She knew a bit about Chen Yue's situation; she was 20 years old, two years out of high school, and came from an average family.
The only turning point had been, during her time working at the beauty salon, she got involved with a wealthy boyfriend.
"Sort of," Chen Yue's gaze flickered, and after a long silence, she sighed and said, "He's not really my boyfriend, our relationship is quite special."
He was a member of the beauty salon I used to work at and often came to me for skin care treatments, and one thing led to another, and we ended up together.
I've been with him for eight months since the end of last year.
