"No, no, no, I've always been indifferent to fame and fortune, not interested in titles." An Ning quickly said, afraid that Xiao Wu might do something shocking again, "To me, gold is the best reward, there's nothing more I desire."
Upon hearing An Ning say this, Xiao Wu had no more worries.
He closed the box, intending to move it aside.
It seemed his arm went a bit weak.
The box was quite large.
A thousand taels of gold aren't light, indeed.
Of course, the ancient weighing system was different from the modern one; a thousand taels of gold would be over 600 jin now.
Though not light, it wasn't unbearable for Xiao Wu.
So, the box was placed back on the table.
"What's wrong, Master Wu?" An Ning asked with concern.
"Nothing, nothing, just a weak arm. Guan Yu, help me move the box downstairs. The dishes are about to be served, and it's time to drink," Xiao Wu instructed.
"Yes." Guan Yu quickly stood up.
