"Auntie, is all this mine?" Inside the cattle farm, Lin Haihu grinned, rubbed his hands on his shorts a few more times, then unceremoniously grabbed the wad of cash Xiang Rui had handed him and happily began counting it.
He resembled that bald-headed comedian with the last name Chen, acting in a skit called "Making a Film" alongside an actor with the last name Zhu. He was just short of saying, "I, Wang Laowu, have lived for more than half my life and have never seen so much money. Don't say anything else, let's all go drink at my house!"
Looking at Lin Haihu's behavior, the kid was happy for sure, but it seemed like he would be reluctant to say the latter half of that line. With a miserly display like that, he'd rather die than spend his hard-earned money from over a month's work on drinks for everyone.
The whole room wanted to laugh watching him, but Xiang Rui spoke up, "Alright, finish counting and take it home! School starts tomorrow, you have to pay your sister's tuition fee."
