"This three thousand yuan is the copyright fee I paid to you. Can you authorize me to write down your story? Let more people struggling to survive find faith in it."
Lan Qing held the money and looked at Elara Xia. She didn't understand copyright, but her eyes that had just been wiped were wet again.
"It was you who gave me faith again, you are my benefactor."
Seeing that Lan Qing was about to kneel down, Elara Xia hurriedly supported her.
"No one can predict the future. Maybe you will become the richest man in fried chicken in China and depress KFC's position in China."
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