Zhao Dong was silent.
He wasn't good at talking, and facing the questioning from Yan Quping, Zhao Dong really didn't know what to say.
He inherently wasn't skilled at speaking...
He simply found the transfer records on his worn-out cellphone.
But actually...
The four hundred and eighty thousand that Zhao Dong mentioned couldn't have all been transferred via Alipay.
Some were transferred via WeChat, some were through bank cards, and some were Alipay...
And some were even cash!
Sometimes Zhao Dong would bring cash home, and those times weren't few.
Bringing cash home, cash is also money.
Besides delivering meals, Zhao Dong also did other things...
Like taking on other part-time jobs.
Some of these jobs paid in cash, which Zhao Dong couldn't bear to spend, so he saved it all.
The cash saved over a year wouldn't be less than tens of thousands?
Then Zhao Dong would bring the cash home...
But Zhao Dong didn't keep any money for himself.
