Zheng Haowen, after some thought, reluctantly thanked Wang Dashun with a grimace.
Wang Dashun then turned to Zheng Fulai and said, "Chairman Zheng, about that... Shouldn't the reward you just promised be fulfilled now?"
Zheng Fulai directly wrote a check for twenty thousand yuan and tossed it to Wang Dashun.
Then he quickly walked over to Zheng Haowen and asked with considerable concern, "Haowen, are you alright?"
Though Zheng Fulai's character was mediocre, he genuinely cared for his nephew.
Zheng Haowen weakly nodded and said, "I'm alright, sorry, Uncle, for making you worry!"
Zheng Fulai instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
He steadied Zheng Haowen's arm and said, "It's good that you're fine, come on, let your uncle help you go back and rest a bit!"
Zheng Haowen shook his head and said, "Wait a moment, Uncle, I have something I haven't done yet!"
Zheng Fulai frowned and said, "What could be more important than your health? You can do it after you've rested!"
