Xinyan really didn't expect that inside the iron box, apart from several bundles of ten-yuan notes tied with rubber bands cut from bicycle tires, there was also a bankbook.
She counted them; the ten-yuan notes totaled six hundred yuan, and the bankbook surprisingly had six thousand yuan, which added up to six thousand six hundred yuan.
Xinyan felt a bit uneasy, even if He Jinxuan joined the military at eighteen and performed well, becoming a company-level officer by the time he retired, it's impossible for him to have saved so much money.
She looked at the money in the iron box, hesitated not at all, and stood up wanting to leave the space to find someone.
As soon as she exited the space, she heard someone knocking on the door outside: "Who is it?"
He Jinxuan's voice came: "Yanyan, it's me. I'm here to get the basket."
