Faced with Yang Fan's confusion, Zhou Yingnan smiled mischievously, "This clue should be something everyone loves."
"Money?" Yang Fan glanced at the black bag.
"Wow, truly a businessman, thinking so fast?" Zhou Yingnan teased with a laugh, placing the black bag in front of Yang Fan. "Since you said to handle it however I see fit, then I'll really handle it my way. Don't dislike it—it's not fully packed, but it's not completely empty either."
"My thinking isn't that fast. It's just that I've heard it often enough: the only thing everyone loves in this world, apart from money, is probably nothing else." Yang Fan said as he opened the black plastic bag. Inside were seven to eight bundles of cash, some whole and some partial.
Yang Fan carefully counted them. It seemed to amount to over Fifty Thousand.
"That's too much." Yang Fan took out one bundle of fifty-dollar bills. "This much is more than enough."
