Jiang Ying estimated the contents of the pouch: roughly three thousand spirit stones.
She curled her lip in secret. *Is this really all the money I’m getting?*
Had it been the Jiang Ying of her past life, she certainly wouldn't have considered this a small sum. But the present-day Jiang Ying was long accustomed to the finer things in life. This mere three thousand, while equivalent to roughly three months of subsidies at the Academy, was not enough to make her jaw drop.
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