"Xiao Chen, take this!"
After breakfast, as soon as I got into the car, Aunt Lin fished out a thick stack of something from her bag and tossed it over to me.
"Aunt Lin, what is this?"
I caught it and looked, and was stunned. Thick wads of cash, ten thousand in each bundle—that was a total of fifty thousand yuan!
I, a poor kid, had never seen so much money!
Instantly, my eyes widened, my breathing quickened, and my hands holding the money shook a little. "Aunt Lin, what's this...?"
"It's for you! Just take it peacefully, you've earned it!" Aunt Lin let out a chuckle, started the car, and drove off slowly. "It's the money from the sale of your ointment!"
"Ointment? It sold for that much?"
I couldn't believe it.
A few days ago, I had made some more ointment and given it to Aunt Lin, thinking it might make a little profit. I never imagined it would be this much!
