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.,Yun Qian Shan clasped her hands together and bowed to the eight directions, paying respects to the deities.,You Changyuan sniffed the air, catching a faint whiff of the unmistakable smell of kerosene after it had burned.。