Wang Ling'er looked conflicted.
Most of the Performance Troupe's earnings counted as income for the troupe as a whole, which in practice meant they went into the leader's pocket.
Only a small portion was distributed among the members for their own use.
Since the Performance Troupe provided food and accommodation, the members genuinely had little need to spend money in their daily lives.
But the money they received was far too little. Even though Wang Ling'er rarely bought clothes or shoes and never treated herself to lavish meals, she had only saved a little over sixty thousand yuan in all the years since she had started performing onstage.
If she handed fifty thousand to Uncle Wang now, she would have only a little over ten thousand left.
After leaving the Performance Troupe, there was no telling whether she could get settled before that money ran out.
But this was an opportunity.
If she missed it, she might never get another chance to leave.
She could always find a way to earn more money.
At least she would still have a little over ten thousand left. She wouldn't be leaving empty-handed, and she wouldn't have to worry about food for the time being.
After thinking all this through, Wang Ling'er made up her mind.
She said to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, I'll give you fifty thousand. Please give me my ID card and household registration booklet."
"All right." Uncle Wang didn't haggle. He held out a hand to Wang Ling'er. "Hand over the fifty thousand."
By his estimate, Wang Ling'er only had a little over fifty thousand anyway. Even if he wanted more, she wouldn't have it.
Getting this much was already a good deal. Either way, he wouldn't lose out.
Before Wang Ling'er could speak, Zhao Xun suddenly said, "Uncle