"I understand, Uncle Chief, please do me a favor and handle this quickly." An Que steeled himself, gritting his teeth, and slipped some taels of silver into the Chief's hand.
When you ask someone for help, you have to give them something nice, right? Ever since he passed the exam to become a scholar, when had he ever had to bribe someone with money? It was always others seeking him out for help.
The Chief looked down, somewhat bewildered, at the taels of silver in his palm.
Just how urgent was An Que's matter that he had to resort to handing over silver? Still, he sneered silently. How could An Que expect county government officials to act with just one tael of silver?
Did he think the county office staff were all vegetarians? One tael of silver—how could he have the audacity to offer such a meager amount?
