Carrying a Sack of Jade

Although Zhang Jiefang was forthright, it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't have bad intentions for money. One or two pieces of jade were still fine, but one big sack, what logic was that?

Yang Ming didn't want to quarrel with Zhang Bing over such external things like money. As the saying goes, close brothers keep a careful accounting. This way, he wouldn't cause too much unnecessary trouble.

"If you come out with Uncle Zhang, how will he let you spend your own money?" Zhang Jiefang tapped on Yang Ming's shoulder. "What? Do you have any opinion of Uncle Zhang?"

"No, Uncle Zhang, you misunderstood me. I'm just trying to earn some money through gambling for rock. Only if the capital is mine that I will have a sense of achievement after earning the money!" Yang Ming made up a reasonable excuse.

"En, you're right. Only our own money will be appreciated!" Zhang Jiefang nodded his head and thought the same.