"Brother, let's go." Xiao Hua tugged at Song Yun's hand and said.
Song Yun nodded and said to the female clerk, "The nation pays you a salary not to look down on us taxpayers. Don't underestimate those 72 yuan. If you calculate carefully, that money also includes your salary. Using the taxes we pay to despise us, there are indeed a lot of ungrateful people nowadays."
The female clerk wanted to say something, but when she remembered Song Yun casually flashing a few bank cards with deposits amounting to tens of millions, she lost her confidence.
Song Yun took a sack from Xiao Hua's hand, casually slung it over his shoulder, and walked out of the bank.
"Brother, that was really..." Xiao Hua looked at Song Yun with a bit of amusement.
"Wasn't it cool?" Song Yun cast a coquettish glance at Xiao Hua.
"No, you looked like a nouveau riche!" Xiao Hua covered her mouth and laughed.
Song Yun sighed, "Alas, I was just playing the part of a nouveau riche for you!"
