"Only three million?" Lulu asked casually.
Everyone was shocked.
Only?
Three million?
These words sounded like three hundred taels of silver.
"Didn't you say that you would leave five million for me to spend?" Lulu vaguely remembered that this was the case.
A few shopkeepers came in and bowed. It seemed that many of the young ladies knew them.
After all, the money in a manor was easily tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and the shopkeeper had personally received them.
Naturally, he looked familiar.
When he heard Lulu's words, he was stunned.
"There have been many refugees recently, so Young Master Yang has cut two million yuan for disaster relief."
Lulu nodded and didn't ask further.
At this moment, everyone present was dizzy. Why did it feel like they were listening to the Heavenly Book?
It was as if money wasn't money anymore. It was just a number.
