Wang Yanhua felt dizzy, and didn't even know how to navigate the path anymore.
Taking a step with her right leg, her right hand swung out, followed by her left leg, and left hand as she walked up to the podium in this odd, staggering manner.
But this time, no one was laughing. Everyone was eagerly watching Wang Yanhua's back, as well as the huge stack of hundred yuan notes on the table!
The finance department had already swiftly counted out forty bundles from the pile of money, specially packaged in transparent plastic bags and sealed.
Wang Ye's father reached out to lift the bag of notes, weighed it, and said with a smile, "My, that's quite heavy!"
"Hold on tight to it!" he added as he stuffed the bag of notes into Wang Yanhua's arms and said, "Don't forget to give your family a big red envelope when you go home in a few days. You haven't been home much this year, have you? Take advantage of the New Year to really honor your parents."
