Aside from the forty yuan the Chief Editor gave him, those sixty yuan had taken him nearly half a year to save.
Half a year's effort became nothing in an instant, he hated himself intensely.
"Go back?"
The reporter asked.
Ogre pressed his hand against his chest, his eyes hurt yet fierce, "Push me to exchange chips..."
The reporter's movement paused for a moment, "You've lost a hundred yuan."
Ogre turned back and glared fiercely at the reporter, "Push me to exchange chips!"
The reporter's expression was somewhat complex, he finally nodded, "No problem."
He pushed Ogre to the chip exchange, Ogre handed over his bankbook, "Withdraw it all."
The girl behind the counter glanced over, "I need to make a phone call to check."
Ogre did not object, soon the girl put down the phone, "There's still thirty-seven yuan inside, if you need to take it out, you'll need to sign here."
She took out an authorization agreement, pointing to the underlined area at the end.
