How could Zuo Xiaoduo and the others not know the benefits of making a fortune quietly? It really was not that they wanted to flaunt their wealth, but Zhao Changjun, Song Zihao, Bai Bingbing, and the others had finished exchanging their goods and still refused to leave.
The first two clearly wanted to wait and see Zuo Xiaoduo and his companions make fools of themselves.
Bai Bingbing, meanwhile, wanted to enjoy the spectacle and then take the opportunity to comfort Zuo Xiaoduo and draw closer to him. After all, a temporary gain or loss was of little consequence, but Zuo Xiaoduo's Physiognomy was a treasure in the truest sense. How could she not latch on early to such a golden thigh!
Yet what they saw dealt an enormous blow to their understanding of life, human nature, human affairs... all sorts of things, anyway.
They watched helplessly as Li Chenglong and the others took off all the large and small bags they carried and piled them up...
Then the contribution points were counted not in threes, fives, eights, or tens, nor even in thirties, fifties, or hundreds, but in thousands!
"This pile, four thousand."
"This pile, eighteen hundred."
"This pile, twenty-three hundred."
"This pile..."
They remembered how it had gone when they handed in their own goods: this stalk, five points; this plant, three points...
Then they looked at these people, whose goods were all counted by the pile.
All forty-one returning students of Class Nineteen stared blankly, as dumbstruck as wooden chickens.
"Since when did contribution points become this easy to earn..." Zhao Changjun gaped.
"That's far too many. Far too many..." Jia Shinan muttered to himself.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..." Song Zihao kept swallowing. Unfortunately, he had too little learning in his belly, and those