The five bills were new, but they carried a peculiar 'fragrance' that assaulted the senses. It was impossible to tell how much of Goldie Thorne's foot odor had seeped into the paper. Byron Thorne fanned the bills out. The joy of having fifty yuan made the old couple forget the smell, and they couldn't bear to part with them.
Goldie Thorne's face was ashen, while Byron Thorne was triumphant. 'Heh, I knew this little rascal had a secret stash,' he thought.
But the moment he stepped out of the room, Goldie Thorne's smug expression returned, and he even started humming a little tune. He had let his father find that fifty yuan on purpose. 'It was a classic case of sacrificing the pawn to save the king.' If he didn't give his old man a little taste, there was no way he could've protected the bulk of it.
Tang Xiao'nan's eyes darted around. She ran over, hugged Goldie Thorne's arm, and whispered, "Little Uncle, what kind of treasure did you buy?"
