There were over fifty people in the group, plus a teacher. Luofeng immediately arranged for 51 red envelopes. His bank account decreased by 10,200 yuan. Surprisingly, each red envelope contained the maximum amount of 200 yuan. Many people were usually lurking, but now, they all surfaced. After all, Zhang Zhicheng had only sent one red envelope. Most didn't want to show themselves for it or claim it. Besides, there were only 20 of them; once they were opened and found empty, people stopped talking. But with over fifty consecutive red envelopes, each for the maximum 200 yuan, everyone definitely came out.
Zhang Zhicheng confronted him directly, "Luofeng, what do you mean?"
Luofeng replied, "?????"
Zhang Zhicheng retorted, "What's with the question marks? Are you from the underworld? What's with the Yin and yang?"
Luofeng asked, "What's wrong with me sending red envelopes?"
Zhang Zhicheng sneered, "Hehe, trying to insult me indirectly?"
