The Old Monk Can't Eat Too Salty

However, everyone's request for a meal was not fulfilled.

The director raised a megaphone and said to everyone:

"Due to the limited program budget, you will have to cover today's lunch and dinner yourselves, using the money you earned this morning."

Ah!

Everyone was dumbfounded, except for Jiang Siming and Yue Yunpeng, who remained unfazed.

Yue Yunpeng simply wasn't hungry, while Jiang Siming had already anticipated this.

"Now, report the amount of money you earned today. The one with the highest earnings will be rewarded with a hot pot meal," the director said.

"I made 260," Lei Jiayin reported first.

"I made 310," Yue Yunpeng had earned quite a lot, and he had also eaten plenty—definitely a great deal.

"I made 420 yuan, hehe," Reba raised the bills in her hand.

Jiang Siming proudly pulled out a thick wad of cash and said, "I made 750."

What the heck!

Everyone was shocked. How did this guy make so much?