A few villagers immediately started shouting in agreement, “The university student said it, it must be true! Hurry up and make up the difference!”
Yovie’s voice trembled with anger, “The money for your studies was funded by Lora. This is how you repay her? And what kind of business course did you study if you can’t even account for packaging loss?”
Uncle Jackson waved his hand, clearly not wanting to listen and shouted loudly, “Stop with the useless talk! If you don’t pay today, don’t even think about leaving!”
I held back Yovie, who was about to argue again and opened my phone. “28.000 dollars, right? I’ll pay.”
The payment confirmation beep sounded especially clear in the warehouse.
The villagers craned their necks, staring at the screen; some even stood on tiptoe. “Now … can we go?”
The village chief rubbed his hands and nodded repeatedly, “Of course, of course! Lora really is a big internet celebrity—so straightforward!”
I helped my parents walk out and my team quietly followed.
Behind us, villagers cheered and someone shouted, “We’re rich!”
Back in our large apartment in the city center, my mom was still wiping her tears, “That’s 28.000 dollars…”