After finishing the morning competition, Zhang Yang led his people away early from the Daily Fish Fishing Base.
When the group found a restaurant around the hotel and sat down, the prize money from Zhang Yang's WeChat was also sent over.
Twenty thousand yuan, not a penny more or less. Regardless of Huang Zheng's temper, in terms of credibility, Huang Zheng still keeps his word.
After receiving the prize money, Zhang Yang unhesitatingly sent five thousand each to Meng Fan and Han Mocheng.
"Xiao Fan, Brother Han, the money Huang Zheng won from you guys has been sent over, just accept it!" Zhang Yang said calmly.
"Ah? No need! What we lost is what we lost, what you won is what you won! Let's keep things separate!" Meng Fan shook his head immediately.
Han Mocheng, sitting nearby, reacted in the same way: "Xiao Fan is right! You won, but if you had lost, you wouldn't have asked us to pay! We can't take this money!"
