A sturdy, honest-looking middle-aged man with a sun-darkened face squeezed through the crowd with a wide grin. "Han Xiuying, I'm here! Forty-eight thousand—the corn alone covered all my costs this year!"
He rubbed his hands vigorously against his clothes before reaching out to take the five thick stacks of crimson bills, his hands trembling slightly.
Watching his excitement, Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but recall how he felt when he first started making money. The same thrill, the same soaring expectations. He offered a word of caution: "The money is yours now, so count it carefully. There are so many people watching, so make sure you keep it safe. Don't let anything happen to it."
Chapter 363