Every time the burly man walked to a seat, he would collect money. Everyone obediently handed the money to him. No one had any objections. When he reached Shan Yue's row, Shan An took out 200 yuan from his pouch and handed it to the burly man.
"That's all?" The burly man was obviously very dissatisfied. On their way here, others had at least five to six hundred yuan on them. In the end, when he walked to this row, they only had two hundred yuan, and they were all small change. "Let me tell you, be sensible. Don't be ungrateful. Is money more important or is your life more important?"
Actually, Shan An only had so much money on him. Initially, he did not leave any money on him. It was because of the college entrance examination that he was afraid that something would happen at the last minute, so he asked Sun Ling for 200 yuan. It was not easy for him to get it.
