Moving on from the new menu, it had been several days since the money box was placed in front of the restaurant. On this day, Wu Hai was staring blankly at the box while waiting in line.
"Mustache guy, what are you looking at?" Ling Hong asked when he saw that Wu Hai had been staring at the box for a long time.
Wu Hai rubbed his mustache and said, "I feel that this money box is placed at the wrong place."
"Um?" Ling Hong got curious.
"I always pay attention to this street. The people that would pass by here would either be white collar workers who are on their way to work or those who are customers of Compass. Just think about it. These people are either those living nearby or those that wouldn't be without money since they were here to eat. What's the point of placing a box that is supposed to help someone in an emergency here?" Wu Hai asked.
