Su Xiufeng nodded, personally retrieved twenty thousand yuan wrapped in newspaper from her room, and handed it to the substitute who had been waiting on the empty lot, "Take this, I have other things to handle, I must go now."
"Uh-huh, safe travels, thanks."
The substitute still maintained a ruffian demeanor.
After pulling a cartload of merchandise from the Medicinal Garden, the substitute handed over to Song Ting the recording of his conversation with Su Xiufeng along with the money.
Song Ting did not accept the money.
After listening to the recording, Song Ting said to the substitute, "Consider this money your remuneration, keep it. Your task is complete now; will you go back on your own, or should I arrange for someone to send you?"
"Uh, send someone to take me to the train station; I'd rather not get too involved with you all."
He didn't wish to associate much with people who casually committed murder, fearing he might be silenced.
