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Bank card after bank card, An Xiunian's eyes completely lit up.
She couldn't even care about the bountiful breakfast on the table, uncontrollably caressing the bank cards.
She imagined the stacks, no, bundles of cash that corresponded to the numbers on the cards.
All of them were the highest level VIP bank savings cards.
Perhaps the annual interest alone far exceeded all of her savings for a year?
Even though she knew this wealth didn't belong to her, even though she knew it was unearned, An Xiunian couldn't suppress the desires within her heart.
An Xiunian always felt that the most hypocritical aspect of this world was the bizarre idea that the less one valued money, the more one conformed to universal moral norms.
If it was firmly declining illegal income, that would have been understandable. But film, television, and books encouraged people to reject all money, including compensation and rewards they could legitimately claim.
