"What do you mean?"
Qi Xiu frowned as he looked at the teacup being pushed back to him.
"Not enough."
The Paijiu mask slowly uttered two words.
SMACK!
With life and wealth on the line, Qi Xiu didn't dawdle.
Another ingot of hundred-tael silver with a snowflake pattern slammed onto the table, causing ripples in the tea.
Silently accepting the silver, the Paijiu mask raised three fingers.
"You still owe three hundred taels."
Why didn't you just say five hundred taels from the beginning?
Rolling his eyes at the Paijiu mask, who was squeezing him like toothpaste, Qi Xiu grudgingly took out a silver note and slapped it on the table.
Five hundred taels!
The eyes beneath the mask lit up, and the Paijiu mask reached out to touch the silver note.
"Wait a minute!"
Clamping down on the silver note, Qi Xiu was expressionless.
"Give me back the two hundred taels."
