"One hundred thousand per family!"
Han Yu suspected that his immediate superior had misheard. Perhaps what was said was a total of one hundred thousand.
Not only did Old Liu and Old Jiang find it difficult to believe this was true, they hardly dared to ask for the money on behalf of Salted Fish. After all, the "sponsorship amount" was too large. The factory leaders were not easy to handle either; if they turned things around in the future, it would become extortion.
Shi Shengyong was poor but bold. Glancing back, he whispered, "They want to downplay the issue, so of course they have to bleed a bit. Plus, Secretary Xue mentioned that Feng Biguo indeed set up a private fund. The sponsorship fee comes out of there, and if it's not enough, the factory will cover the rest."
Raiding the private fund was different from directly asking for money from the factory.
Old Liu weighed the options and asked, "Did they say when they will pay?"
