He threw the torn-in-half notebook cover in his hand forcefully in the direction of Sun Youde.
"Plop."
It hit his pristine leather shoes.
With a soft yet resoundingly loud thud.
Then.
With all his might.
He spat out the first ever clear word in his life.
"Dirty."
One innocent-sounding word, yet like a thunderbolt, it struck everyone's heart.
Sun Youde froze in place.
His body seemed paralyzed.
Papers and banknotes fluttering in the air were still gently falling down.
A piece of paper lightly landed beside Liu Meiqin's foot.
She instinctively lowered her head.
"What... is this?"
Living next door, Li, the army wife, was a high school graduate and educated.
Sharp-eyed, she picked up a piece as well.
With just one glance, she read it out loud.
"Received from Hongxing Electronics Factory's Wang Jian Country, cash, one thousand yuan only."
She paused, her voice rising even higher.
