"Withdrawal slip? The information on the withdrawal slip?"
Li Yang nodded and took out the withdrawal slip that he had stored together with the "cash".
Shen Zhousong immediately noticed something else in his pocket and pointed it out: "What's left in your bag?"
"Oh, this? It's the local currency."
He took out a whole roll of paper strips and shared them with everyone.
"I found it at the bank, scattered all over the place. I thought, even though it looks quite different from cash, it might just be the local currency here, so I brought a few thousand back."
Mu Qiu picked up the three or four pieces of "cash" given to her and glanced at them. The roughly cut paper strips had a bold capital 100 yuan printed on them.
"... So perfunctory, so sloppy."
Isn't this like a child's pretend play in kindergarten?
