"All this... did you win all this?"
"Not, ah no, yes, I won it."
"It's not appropriate for a kid to have so much money. Let me handle it for you."
"No, that won't work."
"What's the matter, don't want to give your grandpa the money you won?"
"Principal, right, the principal is Xiao Yuan's, it's his pocket money."
"Oh, I see..." Mr. Shan took half of the money from the bag, "Then this part is yours, I'll keep it for you."
"Grandpa, this, this won't do, this..."
"Alright, stop nagging, it's decided, what are you still doing at home?"
"Aren't we going to eat together, grandpa? I'll go to town later to get some meat, and we'll have a good meal together."
"Eat what? You and Little Yuanhou eat. Grandpa is busy."
After that, Mr. Shan headed back to battlefield once more, touching the weighty "bullets" in his pocket, feeling extremely excited, for he had never fought such a wealthy battle in his life.
