Listening to the numbers reported by the crowd, Hu Yong was almost driven mad, and Zhang Aiyun's face turned pale with anger.
They had assumed that even if this nephew had guts, he was just messing around on a small scale. They never expected him to cause such a huge mess. Thirty-five million, he dared to scam that much?
"You... you really have some nerve!" Zhang Aiyun exclaimed angrily, "I'm done with you; you're on your own now!"
"Aunt..." the nephew tried to cry.
"Shut your mouth!" Hu Yong also erupted in rage, "Thirty-five million, all spent? What on earth did you spend it on?"
"I... I..." the nephew trembled, not knowing how to respond.
"Speak up!" Hu Yong bellowed furiously.
"I... I built a few schools..." the nephew mumbled, hanging his head.
