Zhao Liangcai anxiously asked, "Chu Yang, how much money do you want?"
Chu Yang held up a single finger.
Seeing the single finger Chu Yang held up, Zhao Liangcai hesitated and said, "One thousand yuan? It's not a lot of money, and every household should be able to bring it out."
Chu Yang shook his head.
Upon seeing Chu Yang shake his head, Zhao Liangcai's face slightly changed as he asked, "Ten thousand yuan? Chu Yang, our village isn't wealthy, and for the villagers, ten thousand yuan is very difficult indeed!"
Chu Yang still shook his head.
Zhao Liangcai's face changed again, "Could it be one million? Chu Yang, you can't ask for that much money!"
"The villagers of our village can't bring out so much money!"
Chu Yang continued to shake his head, "Elderly Branch Secretary, I don't want one thousand, nor a million, and certainly not one million."
Zhao Liangcai was somewhat baffled and didn't understand what Chu Yang meant, "Then how much do you want?"
