The meals at Yingfeng Building have always been charged by the hundreds of taels. By the end of a meal, the cheapest would cost thousands of taels. The small change of dozens of taels isn't even heard of.
When Mu Hanyan and the others came out of the Sky Number Elegant Seat after a meal, it would have cost tens of thousands of taels, yet Liu Ruhui reported the small amount of 123 taels, the meaning couldn't be clearer.
Mu Hanyan felt a bit helpless; she's heard a lot about oppressive buying and selling, but this was the first time she encountered such forceful sales tactics.
But Liu Ruhui had already reached this point, it would seem ungracious if she still refused.
"Do you have some silver on you? Lend me a bit," Mu Hanyan looked at the silver note in her hand, and said awkwardly to Huayue and the others.
There was no choice; she had dozens or even over a hundred thousand worth of silver notes, but not a bit of spare cash of over a hundred taels in silver.
