Selling Ginseng (2)

"About that, dad, wait until Grandpa Liu brings the money over. You can count it properly," Chen Meng'er teased with a smile. 

"You little girl, you're really mischievous." Chen Ping understood his daughter's teasing and said with a smile. 

500,000 in this era was not a small amount. It was equivalent to tens of millions in ten to twenty years. Therefore, going to the bank to withdraw money was not something that could be done in a short period of time. Chen Meng'er and the others waited for two hours, but the person who withdrew the money did not come back. 

Elder Liu took the opportunity to talk to Chen Ping while Chen Meng'er and her father came down for lunch. As soon as Elder Liu opened his mouth, Chen Ping subconsciously wanted to refuse. Chen Meng'er, on the other hand, graciously agreed. In her opinion, it was just a meal. It was no big deal.