After the man had walked away, Zhang Shaozhong pretended to be nonchalant and walked over, quickly grabbed the plastic bag, stuffed it into his backpack, and his heart was pounding.
Back home, I closed the door and dumped the plastic bag onto the table—ten stacks of brand-new 100-yuan bills! They were so red they made my eyes dizzy!
"One hundred thousand! It really is one hundred thousand!" Zhang Shaozhong's voice was trembling. He picked up a wad of cash and took a deep sniff of it, overwhelmed with happiness!
Ye Meier picked up a stack of papers, weighed them in her hand, and pouted, "Just this little bit of paper... and you can exchange it for so many things? You people of later generations are really strange."
Ling Qingxue was more practical: "Now that we've raised enough, we should quickly contact that person to handle the identity matters."
"Yes! Yes!" Zhang Shaozhong realized what was happening and quickly took out the number Chen Bo had given him and dialed it again.
"The money is ready." This time, he was much more confident.
The other party seemed somewhat surprised: "So fast? Cash?"
“Yes, old banknotes, not consecutive numbers,” Zhang Shao repeated the request.
"Okay." The other party replied decisively.
"Bring the money to the junkyard in the western suburbs at 3 PM tomorrow. Call me when you get there."
Putting down his phone, Zhang Shaozhong looked at the pile of money on the table, then at his two ancestors, feeling like he was dreaming.
Yesterday I was worrying about the meager earnings from the live stream, and today a fortune of 100,000 is right in front of me! My identity issue is about to be resolved!
"Great! Once we get our ID cards, we'll be free!" Zhang Shaozhong excitedly planned.
"I'll take you out for a nice celebratory meal first! Then... Fairy, you can go to famous mountains and rivers and see if there are any places where spiritual energy is reviving!"
"Big sister, you...you can go wherever you want now!"
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