Before leaving, Zheng Libing said he would gather footage of the individuals' daily gaits as soon as possible and would return to have Yan Feifan identify them.
After the police officer left, Yan Feifan quickly opened the thin envelope and took out a cashier's check.
The first digit was a 1, followed by five zeros.
One hundred thousand!
Yan Feifan was quite satisfied with this number.
It was a windfall, after all.
Recently, Yan Feifan had clearly noticed a change in his sister. Perhaps it was because the pressure was off, or maybe it was a rebound from being too suppressed before. Her desire to spend was growing, and her spending habits were becoming more upscale.
'With this extra one hundred thousand in income, plus our family's savings,' Yan Feifan thought, 'we most likely won't have any financial trouble for the next year or two.'
'As for what happens after a year or two... my sister should be married by then, right?'
