Fake Daughter Is Rich Again? novel Chapter 475

Her tone was impatient, and she didn't give Qiao Weimin a chance to speak. "They're on good terms with Qiao Nian, right? Since she's also very influential, why did they come to you for help?"

"Chen Chen..."

"Dad, if you really feel sorry for them, you can give them a red envelope. You can just casually put a sum of money in for them. I don't know how much more I can help with this."

Qiao Chen's attitude displayed her inner thoughts clearly. She was unwilling to help them!

She was unwilling to even do the simple task of asking her uncle for help.

Qiao Weimin didn't know how to convince her and had no choice but to hang up the call.

Then, he opened his contact list and quietly looked at Qiao Nian's number. He remained silent for a long time, with his mouth firmly closed.

He hadn't considered asking her before. Qiao Nian knew people like Yuan Yongqin. It was just that Yuan Yongqin and the people around her weren't considered a big deal in the competitive Beijing society, even if they were considered a force to be reckoned with in Rao City.

The Wei Family was considered one of the top families in Beijing. Except for the Ye family, who else would ignore a favor from the Young Master of the Wei Family?

No matter how powerful Qiao Nian was, her influence was limited. Unlike Qiao Chen who was brought to Beijing by Shen Jingyan, Qiao Nian had no chance of fighting against the people from the upper circles.

Besides, Qiao Nian had already blocked his number. Even if he wanted to inform her of the situation, he wouldn't be able to reach her.

Qiao Weimin sighed and opened Aunt Chen's WeChat. He thought about it for a while and then transferred her a sum of money.

At this moment, more than ten people were gathered into the VVIP room of a high-class club in Beijing. Many entertainment facilities were available in the room, including karaoke and billiards. However, the people gathered there seemed to have little interest in them. Instead, they were gathered around a group of people playing mahjong.

There was a stack of chips on the table. Ye Wangchuan held onto a tile in his hands. He looked at the tile he picked up and leaned lazily on the back of his chair, then discarded it.

"Eight tubes."