"A fridge for 200,000, and you're saying it's not much money?"
There were so many things that the Dean also grew flustered. "Little Maozi, what's going on? Did you rob a bank?" he asked.
Trust the Dean to think of that.
Chu Hao said, "I just made some money and bought some things for the orphanage."
Ju Desheng, Zhang Qin'ai, and the others were all dumbfounded. They had seen the invoices for the goods; the cheapest toy alone cost five hundred.
"Ah?" Zhang Qin'ai shrieked, pointing at one of the trucks. "There's something moving inside!" she cried, her voice filled with panic.
Chu Hao opened the truck's cargo area. Five dairy cows were revealed, black and white and adorably cute—genuine dairy cows, mooing away.
"These... These are dairy cows?" Ju Desheng's jaw practically hit the floor.
Chu Hao nodded. "I figured the little brothers and sisters need to grow up strong, and powdered milk just won't do, so I got a few dairy cows."
