Time flies quickly, and the busy Monday soon drew to a close.
Until before going to bed that night, Zheng Qing did not receive the group fee.
Not a penny.
Xin Fat Man did not return to the dormitory that night, presumably out on a writing assignment with his editor-in-chief; Xiao Xiao honestly sat at the desk, but the thought of the series of charges mentioned by the doctoral student deterred him from wanting to ask for the group fee.
As for Dylan, he had been quietly lying in his coffin since noon. Zheng Qing really didn't have the courage to lift the lid of the coffin and ask a dead person for money.
Of course, considering that the Knights Group has not been formally established and has not organized any activities, Zheng Qing does not need to consider 'worries' like a balanced budget or a deficit for now.
He still has a lot of troubles to resolve as soon as possible.
