"Bought it." Wu Mu spread his hands, "I have a house in Beijing worth over eighty million."
Lin Qingyue was puzzled, "Then why are you living here?"
Wu Mu didn't bring up the reason involving Liu Lan again. Since this matter had been clarified before, there was no need to keep mentioning it, otherwise it would seem like he was still hung up on it.
He just said, "I don't want to live there anymore, and I'm planning to sell it soon. It would be just right to cover the endorsement fee."
Lin Qingyue was curious, "Is the four hundred million compensation you mentioned earlier true?"
"Close enough."
"So how much are you still short?"
How much?
Wu Mu calculated in his mind. He originally had forty million in savings, the singer-songwriter was paid twenty million after taxes, and if the house was sold, there would be eighty million more, totaling one hundred and forty million.
