Zhang Yuanlin's heart skipped a beat, fifty thousand dollars, that's no small amount. He looked at Zhang Fan curiously, wondering where this guy got fifty thousand dollars from.
Not only him, but even Xiao Qi, who was standing in the small courtyard, had her eyes sparkling with a peculiar light; this was fifty thousand dollars, after all.
"Impossible, how could that brat Zhang Fan get fifty thousand dollars?" Qi Fang screeched, her eyes bulging.
Even if she and Zhang Zhongliang didn't eat or drink for a year, they would only earn seventy or eighty thousand dollars. If you include expenses, they would only save about thirty or forty thousand dollars a year. Fifty thousand dollars, that would mean they'd have to save for more than ten years to accumulate that much money.
"Zhang Fan, you didn't do anything shady, did you?" Zhang Zhongliang said with a stern face.
