"Ah... ah! My money! My money!"
THUMP! THUMP!
Ma Lao San wailed, his heart breaking as he slumped to the ground.
The others went berserk, scrambling on the ground and pawing at the thick layer of ashen money. But the ashes were too fragile, disintegrating at the slightest touch, just like their own shattering hearts.
"Why is my life so miserable!"
"The God of Wealth himself smiled upon me, but I'm the one who refused him!"
"Zhang Qiang! You son of a bitch, didn't you say this money was fake? You have to compensate us! You must pay us back!"
Some collapsed to their knees, pounding the ground in despair. Others trembled as they held handfuls of black ash, sobbing uncontrollably. Several more rushed Zhang Qiang, grabbing his collar and raising their fists in rage.
"Are you fucking crazy? You're the ones who burned it, it has nothing to do with me!" Zhang Qiang's face was filled with panic, but he stiffened his neck and struggled to break free.
