"Yusuf Zuck, what does Ms. Wilcox want with you?" When Yusuf Zuck returned to the security department rest room, Samuel Ross and a few others surrounded him, showing him a lot of enthusiasm. Yesterday, Yusuf Zuck had made a great contribution for their security department.
"Samuel, I'm treating tonight, let's go out and gorge ourselves!" Yusuf Zuck was now pocketing over twenty thousand, eighteen thousand of which came from that Lara Tuff who left it for him—free money not to be declined. Plus, there were four thousand in wages, so throwing a feast for his colleagues in the security department wasn't a big deal, especially since he was going to be mixing in the capital from now on, who knows who might come in handy, right?
