"Fine!" Ye Zuisheng nodded without giving it much thought. The two of them shakily made the call.
It wasn't long before someone arrived.
"Are you the ones who found my money?" the newcomer asked. He looked like a construction contractor.
He's probably about to use this money to pay his workers, Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan thought, feeling they had done a good deed. Otherwise, so many people would have gone without their wages.
200,000 yuan was not a small amount for them, but it wasn't their money, and they weren't greedy.
"It was us!" Ye Zuisheng confirmed with a nod.
"Not many people would return money they found these days. Thanks!" The contractor, a cigarette dangling from his lips, opened the leather bag and glanced inside. Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. "You old fools! I thought you were good people, but you're just a pair of phonies! There was supposed to be 300,000 in this bag. Why is there only 200,000 left?"
