The male attendant in the hall had his eyes fixed on this area.
Although he hadn't seen the cash in the suitcase, he could roughly guess what was inside.
He knew Mr. Zhang, recognized him as someone who was quite generous.
Tang Feng had saved his brother, and his visit to express gratitude couldn't just be a trifling sum of thirty or fifty thousand, it had to be at least a hundred or two hundred thousand.
Watching Tang Feng holding that suitcase, envy and jealousy were written all over his face.
All having the same head and two hands, and of similar age, why was it that he made so much money just by saving someone casually, while he had to stand by the door, greeting and seeing off guests, and occasionally getting scolded?
His heart was full of imbalance.
Tang Feng didn't pay any attention to the male attendant's jealousy and went straight upstairs to the third floor, to his dormitory.
He poured all the money from the suitcase onto the bed.
He counted carefully.
