At the Qing's home on Xingshu Road, Qing Chen, when no one was paying attention, sneaked a few looks at the communicator and then furrowed his brow.
"What's wrong, Brother Chen?" Nan Gengchen asked.
"The group of spoiled brats from the class next door are going to prison. They went to Liu Dezhu with money this morning, hoping to get him to look after them in prison," Qing Chen explained.
"Ah?" Nan Gengchen was stunned, "How much money?"
"Three million, which is no small amount for us," Qing Chen continued, "But I've already had Liu Dezhu turn them down, after all. He's been released from prison, and there's a difference between making money and scamming money."
"Oh, that's a shame," Nan Gengchen muttered, "XiaoTongyun and I can only bring back a few gold bars at a time to the Outer World; it would take us more than ten trips to gather up that three million."
"Yeah," Qing Chen nodded, "I also feel a bit pained over those three million."