"Very good—correct."
Nan Zhubin nodded with satisfaction.
"So what exactly do you want?"
Yet another open-ended question.
However, Nan Zhubin had already guessed the direction of this question.
This moment leads back to Nan Zhubin's previous "first interesting" point.
...
"Thirty thousand yuan."
Nan Zhubin suddenly spoke.
Following this statement, Nan Zhubin suddenly took a step forward.
In the astonished gaze of Chief Judge Meng and others, Nan Zhubin's face got almost two hand spans away from the old woman's face.
At the same time, he repeated again: "Thirty thousand yuan."
This wasn't a question but a statement.
"—Ah!"
After a pause of at least two breaths, Mrs. Wang exclaimed, leaning back sharply while clutching her chest with her right hand.
"Young leader, you—"
Before she could finish, Nan Zhubin interrupted Mrs. Wang once more.
"Very good, I guessed it again; your aim is 'thirty thousand yuan.'"
