Cook a meal, get a reward of one hundred thousand.
Liang Dong felt a bit dizzy, looking at Gao Yang stupidly and said, "Is this a joke, right? This must be a joke, right?"
Li Jinfang patted Liang Dong's shoulder, smiled, and said, "Brother Yang's words are never a joke. You don't even have to collect the money, just wait and see your account; it will definitely have one hundred thousand more."
Liang Dong couldn't help but touch his own head, then hesitantly said, "Is this necessary? A one-hundred-thousand-dollar reward for just a meal? Even for a mercenary, making money isn't this easy, is it appropriate?"
At this moment, Glolov came over carrying a basin, first raised the basin to take a sip of mung bean soup, then said to Liang Dong, "You did very well, extremely well."
Liang Dong nodded and said, "I am supposed to do this."
Glolov looked at Gao Yang and said, "He deserves a reward."
Gao Yang also smiled and said, "I just rewarded him with one hundred thousand dollars."
