Thinking this, he looked carefully at the banknote and then his angry roar shot through the roof of his courtyard.
"Shang Qinghua! You damn black hearted bastard!"
The banknote in his hand felt like a ticking bomb. Yes, it said one thousand taels, but it was one thousand taels of gold.
Three percent interest on one thousand taels of gold… even if he sold himself, he could not afford it.
How could anyone walk around carrying a banknote for one thousand taels of gold?
Yue Mingxuan didn't even know what to say.
He understood he had been tricked by Shang Qinghua, but it was also his own fault for not checking the banknote clearly.
This was like swallowing bitter herbs without being able to complain, it's pure suffering.
Yue Mingxuan sighed and put the banknote away.
He could only fight with everything he had.
Giving thirty percent of the profit was still better than paying three percent interest on a thousand taels of gold.
