A group of young people immediately breathed a sigh of relief and started to holler, "Damn, I was wondering why Pig Head and the other three were all holding back from talking! Turns out it's Boss Yan's big move, damn, counting it all up, you've earned several thousand this year!"
Another quick-witted young person asked, "Back when there was trouble at home, didn't Boss Yan pay you two thousand in advance? He didn't deduct it?"
Guan Shi's face showed a trace of gratitude, "Look at what you're saying, Brother Fei's help back then was 'jianghu emergency relief.' Even if he didn't deduct it, would it have been decent of me?"
Da Song wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, 'Damn, lucky those idiots were howling so fast just now, or I nearly thought he was indicating a few hundred with those finger gestures he made. If I had spoken out, I would've lost all face.'
