In the astonished gazes of the man and woman,
Yang Fei pushed a stack of hundred-yuan bills toward the elder.
"Uncle Hong, this money belongs to you."
The elder, however, simply smiled faintly.
"Comrade, you underestimate me. Such a trivial difficulty can't trouble this old man."
The woman and the man almost cried out in shock.
Such a large sum of money was rejected by the elder without even a glance.
What's wrong with this old guy?
Admiration filled Yang Fei's eyes.
Might cannot be subdued, poverty cannot corrupt, Uncle Hong indeed is a true man.
He sincerely said, "Uncle Hong, this money was sent by Lao Pao for you, you should accept it."
Upon hearing this, the elder's complexion immediately turned to one of sorrow.
He of course knew that this money was compensation after his son's sacrifice.
Yang Fei continued, "Over the years, Lao Pao and I have invested in businesses, and this is his share of the profits."