Jin Chengxiong and his son could only kneel down towards the villagers, ceaselessly kowtowing and slapping their own faces as compensation.
Transferring money via mobile phones.
The villagers were overjoyed, forming a long line, livelier than the New Year's celebrations.
Though there weren't many people in the village, adding all the people from the orphanage, there were around four to five hundred, which meant four to five million yuan.
Then there was the one million given to Chun Tao, plus various other compensations, which totaled seven million.
This sum was more than what the vast majority of people in the world could earn in a lifetime, but for the Jin Family, it indeed wasn't much.
It was, perhaps, but a drop in the bucket.
The world will always be like this.
Some people shine brilliantly, while others rust; some live in skyscrapers, others in deep trenches.
For Jin Chengxiong, the main thing was that Doctor Shen was willing to treat the poison sore on his back.
