How much money there was, Wang Zhanggui didn't know either. But judging from the denomination and thickness of each bill, it was at least thirty thousand yuan.,Beichen Lin, whose eyes were poked, was both angry and amused. He stretched out his hand and flicked Yun An'an on the forehead, making her wince in pain.,Wang Zhanggui, who was soundly asleep, heard someone say there was a fire. He thought it was a dream at first, but as the flames grew brighter and fiercer, he opened his eyes to see for himself.。