Ren Xiaosu continued heading to the library as usual every day. In recent days, he discovered the library would already be open by the time he arrived, and An Yuqian would be snoring loudly in his chair at the entrance. It was clear that he had played mahjong all night again.
By rights, earning 500 yuan each day would be enough for An Yuqian to make a living. The monthly income for an average family of three in the stronghold was only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan. With a monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, he should be living a very comfortable life. But An Yuqian just had to use this money to play mahjong.
Even though Ren Xiaosu was footing all of the tuition, he had to get Wang Fugui to secretly trade a small amount of gold for cash. After all, they did not have any sources of income right now.
