Noon.
In a business club that hadn't yet opened for the day,
Liao Xiangdong looked at the bank card on the table and calmly said, "Take it back."
"Brother Liao, this isn't for you, but for the brothers who sacrificed."
Although they hadn't actually been of much help, the risks they had taken couldn't be erased.
Moreover, several lives had been forever left in Funing.
"We can't just have Brother Liao pay for both the labor and the expenses; there's no such logic in the world."
Jiang Chen said, "Brother Liao, if you take the money, I'll feel better too."
Liao Xiangdong looked down at the bank card and, in the end, didn't push it away again.
"Did you send Bai Haoran to Haojiang?"
"Mhm."
Jiang Chen asked with a smile, "Brother Liao, what do you think of him?"
It was not an indifferent matter.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Jiang Chen knew he was no longer an ordinary person, or rather, could be considered an "upper-class person" in the eyes of the general populace.
