Black Card: My Money Cannot Be Traced to Me

Having money in the card does not mean he has money. When I was eighteen years old, a black card was slipped through the crack of the door. The daily quota of 500 can only be spent in Linjiang County, my hometown. For four years in the provincial capital, he ate steamed buns, rode the subway, and was borrowed money by his roommates. Everyone thought he was poor. No one knows that he built the road in his hometown, patched the roof of the primary school, and paid for the life-saving money. The tax bureau, bank, HR, girlfriend's father, went through his statement, personal income tax, and social security. The conclusion is only four words: no abnormality. "This money can't be traced to me."