Sun Biao looked at Er Ma in front of him, almost amused by him.
Three million?
Found?
Come on, tell me!
Where did you find it? I'll give it a try too!
If you can find 3 million, why be a cop?
Do you know how much three million weighs?
Of course, Er Ma could tell that Sun Biao didn't believe what he was saying.
Of course, not only did Sun Biao not believe it, but even if someone else said it, Er Ma wouldn't believe it.
He's heard of finding 300 yuan.
But three million...
Isn't that a fairy tale?
But he really did find three million.
Not a bit of it is fake.
"Captain Sun, I really did find three million. If you don't believe me, I'll take you there right now. It's really over by Old Street!"
Er Ma felt he had to tell the truth.
Otherwise, if he ended up in jail over those three million...
He probably wouldn't get out for the rest of his life.
If it were back when he was broke and muddled, going to jail wouldn't have been too bad, he'd be fed at least.
