If these battle-hardened men, who had been poor for half their lives, could still maintain their outward composure when looking at the first box of cash, then seeing the bills piled into a small mountain across the entire table, with some even spilling onto the floor, made their eyes bulge from their sockets.
The blood throughout their bodies was fiercely and rapidly squeezed toward their brains by their pounding hearts, leaving everyone dizzy. Their bodies stiffly rose to their feet, dragging their chairs over and knocking them to the floor.
Yet the clattering sound failed to attract even the slightest attention from anyone.
When had these people ever seen money piled up like garbage into a small mountain, casually heaped onto a table by someone?
The entire warehouse was filled with the ink scent emanating from the banknotes. It was intoxicating, making it impossible to look away for even a second.
If Wang Xuan had not already stated that the money on the table was a settlement allowance for everyone present, these battle-hardened men who had been poor for half their lives might not have been able to remain standing there rationally.
They might have rushed forward to snatch it all up.
Seeing the soldiers' expressions, Wang Xuan smiled in satisfaction. It was not just these soldiers—even he could not help but feel his heart race at the sight of a table piled high with money.
To receive, one must first give. Since everyone had come for the money, he would give them money.
"The money is all here. Each of you gets fifty thousand as a settlement allowance. Are you satisfied?"
The sudden voice snapped everyone staring at the mountain of money back to their senses. Only then did they reluctantly shift their gazes away.
They looked at one