Color TV Factory, Finance Department.
The section chief, Old Qian, wore reading glasses, his hands shaking like leaves in the autumn wind.
In front of him was a thick stack of "reunion dollars," brand new and carrying the fragrance of ink.
He counted three times, each time his heart pounding.
Ten thousand yuan.
He carefully wrapped the stack of money in a large piece of kraft paper, forming a neat square package.
"Lin... Advisor Lin, please check it." Old Qian's voice was almost unrecognizable.
Lin Wan Yi looked calm. "No need, I trust you."
She reached out her hand, ready to take it.
A large, well-defined hand got there first, taking the heavy package.
Gu Yanshen said nothing, just held the paper package steadily, guarding it in front of him.
The finance department door was half-closed, and several heads were peeking in through the gap.
"Oh my... it's really ten thousand yuan..."
"I've never seen so much money in my life!"
