Chen Sheng pulled out a wad of money from his pocket, some bills and some coins, without counting it, and stuffed it into the boy's hand. He said to him earnestly, "Xiang Yang, even though the waste recycling station didn't spend much on the books, the seller did spend money on them. Reselling them would definitely differ from the purchasing price. You buy back the books from last time and this time. When your job is stable, you can send your sister to school. But such behavior absolutely, absolutely must not happen again. You're a child of the Tenghai Research Base; you cannot tarnish its reputation."
Xiang Yang's face turned red, and his heart pounded.
He had once been a child of the research base, he knew that, but he also knew that from the day they left its gates, the research base and their family were no longer connected.
Xiang Yang's heart raced, "Uncle, I... I..."
He didn't know what to say.
