"That's all shady business; with this money, treating me to lamb soup or a tea house would be much nicer... By the way, where did Lao Yun get this money?"
Zhou Xuan remembered the key point.
Yun Ziliang, this guy, doesn't work and spends all day playing cards, drinking tea, and occasionally hitting Zhao Wuya. Where would he get money to fill his pockets?
Zhao Wuya gritted his teeth: "Brother Xuan, take a guess..."
"So Lao Yun used your money to give gifts to others?" Zhou Xuan finally realized.
After painstakingly tallying up the gift money he had to 'hand over,' Yun Ziliang pulled out a thick stack of bills from his wallet and happily settled the account.
The Mr. Li Bin on the spot was stunned, unable to comprehend - just how grand was the invitation to warrant such a thick gift?
