"Mr. Fang is here."
"Hello, Mr. Fang."
"Mr. Fang, you've worked hard."
Numerous old stewards were squeezing in, some pulling Fang Che aside alone, some directly surrounding him with dozens of people...
Then one by one, they desperately stuffed silver notes and resources into Fang Che's hands.
"Mr. Fang, we know this is too little, but... it's too heavy for you to bear alone, so let's forgo the acknowledgment, please accept these..."
"It's also our way of contributing to the effort for our sacrificed brothers... doing our part."
"Yes, yes..."
Everyone was very genuine, wanting to put in their effort.
Everyone's brothers, comrades, comrades-in-arms, we can't let Mr. Fang carry it all alone, right? What would that make us?
Since the fire is already burning, I'd rather go broke than not add fuel to it!
People share the same feelings and understand the same reasons.
More and more people were doing this, leaving Fang Che feeling helpless.
