"Don't worry about it, I'll handle this!"
The man spoke to the woman quite gently.
After speaking, he looked at Chen Fang again, pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, tossed it on the table by the window, and said, "One thousand bucks, this ticket's worth two."
Chen Fang glanced at the money but didn't give it a second thought, leaning back on the pillow and starting to read.
The man, seeing this, thought, huh, not tempted by a thousand bucks?
This time, he took out his wallet directly.
And tossed another wad of cash up there.
Estimates guessing, this time it amounted to over three thousand.
"Not enough, huh? Here, let me add a bit more. Now it's enough, right? There's at least three to four thousand here. With such a ticket, how many times can you ride the train?"
The man said.
His tone, as if Chen Fang was being insatiable.
He thought money's allure was limitless.
