This question made the three guys, including Ma Liu, lower their heads, feeling ashamed and unsure of how to answer Jiang Xiaobai.
"Alright, you don't have to answer me. I already know the answer. Try to recall the past few years in the tough street life, doesn't it feel like a complete waste of time?"
Thinking about the past few years, apart from having some good meals every now and then, they really got nothing else. The bosses they followed have changed several times, but no matter how they changed, it ended up as fights and brawls. Besides increased scars on their bodies, their wallets never seemed to bulge.
"If you had worked in a factory over these years, worked diligently, I think saving up 20,000 yuan a year should be possible. In five years, that's about a hundred thousand."
Jiang Xiaobai sighed, looking at the three of them, "Do the three of you together now have about a hundred thousand?"
