As the day went by, there was an endless stream of people signing up.
At night.
Su Hanyan brought over a table and a stool and counted the money under the light. Her fingers were sore from counting. She put down the pen, stretched, and pushed the account in front of Su Jingrui,"Brother, you do the rest!"
"Oh my god!" Su Jingrui looked at it for a long time and sighed, " Is this the legendary cramp in the hand when counting money? "
"How is it? Experience it?" Su Hanyan smiled.
"Experience, experience! I have to experience it!" Su Jingrui didn't hesitate. The monthly tuition fee was 10 yuan per student. Each 100 yuan note would be bundled up into a bundle, which was 1,000 yuan.
Of course, it was impossible for every note to be worth ten yuan. There were also notes worth five yuan and two yuan, but in the end, they were sorted into a stack of 1,000 yuan.
