"What's the big deal about money? Talking about money hurts relationships."
Xia Ping immediately said and waved his hand.
"No, no, no, we still have to pay."
"That's right, that's right. Big Brother Xia has done so much for us and almost died. What's a little
money?"
"That's right. Big Brother, if you don't want money, that means you're not giving us face. We'll be
angry with you."
"We'll transfer the money when we get back. It's very efficient."
"That's right. Big Brother, remember to take more and buy some tonics. Don't be stingy. It'll be bad if
you leave behind any hidden dangers."
"We have a lot of money, so don't be stingy for us."
Hearing Xia Ping's words, the examinees all started shouting.
What the hell!
Jiang Yaru and the others were all dumbfounded. These guys were originally all victims who had
been beaten up and extorted a few hundred million each. They should hate Xia Ping more than