Two hundred thousand yuan for pocket money.
The weight of these six words was significant, and they stunned both Reba and Nazha, the two sisters.
That was two hundred thousand yuan.
Not ten or twenty thousand, but a full two hundred thousand.
So many people can't earn two hundred thousand in a year, and yet this was their monthly allowance.
Their mouths fell open in surprise, their eyes filled with disbelief.
But after they had recovered from their shock, they gently shook their heads.
"No, no."
Reba spoke softly and hurriedly shook her head.
"Brother Dazhuang, it's not easy for you to make money, and you just said giving us twenty thousand each per month, we're already very grateful. Now you give us two hundred thousand directly."
"That's too much."
Nazha also spoke softly and hurriedly shook her head to refuse.
However, this refusal was unilaterally rejected by Chu Dazhuang.
"How can that be acceptable!"
Chu Dazhuang refused firmly, his eyes resolute.