"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit!"
When Li Yunzhe announced the figure—ninety-two thousand—Wang Dalu and Zhu Houqing, who had always scoffed at him, couldn't help but shout in astonishment. They were left dumbstruck and wide-eyed.
Ninety-two thousand after taxes? Did that mean they had received two hundred thousand in gift donations in just over an hour? Fucking hell!
Seeing their astonishment, Li Yunzhe flashed a smug, cheeky smile. "Hehe! Houqing, Dalu, let's split the money between the three of us, shall we? Thirty thousand each, and we'll use the remaining two thousand to treat Big Bro to a good meal. How about it?"
"No problem!"
"Old Wolf, you finally said something decent for once!"
Wang Dalu and Zhu Houqing's eyes lit up, shining with excitement. Faced with this unexpected windfall, neither of them bothered with false modesty. A sudden thirty thousand yuan was enough to make both of them giddy with excitement.
