Unless you were a saint!
Granted, there was no one in this world who disliked money. Absolutely no one!
Even those who were always saying things like "I'm so poor, all I have left is money," or "Money is nothing but a string of numbers," were merely dressing things up in pretty words. It was still just another way of saying they were rich, very rich, and liked money very much!
People who disliked money truly did not exist!
The only difference, perhaps, was how far they could restrain that desire!
A figure flashed, and Qin Fangyang returned from the sky. He went straight back to the sofa where he had been sitting, settled comfortably into his seat, and raised his cup for a sip of tea, savoring its flavor.
Then he praised it. "Excellent tea!"
Ning Suifeng laughed heartily. "Since you like it so much, Teacher Qin, I'll have someone deliver some to your school later. Two pounds to start with."
Qin Fangyang smiled faintly. "Then let me thank you in advance."
He slowly raised his head and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, we were complete strangers before this. For you both to show me such goodwill, you must want something. I'm a straightforward man. Whatever you need me, Qin Fangyang, to do, just say it. If it's within my power, I'll naturally do my best. If it isn't, I'll tell you plainly and find some other way to repay the favor."
Both men laughed heartily. "You misunderstand, Teacher Qin. This little gesture of ours is simply an attempt to make friends with you. After all, whatever else a person can do without in life, he cannot do without friends."
"Friends..."
Qin Fangyang smiled, reached out, picked up the bank card, and flicked it.
Meng Tianyue began to smile.