"Look at the dean's expression. Every time he shows that constipated face, he's about to set a trap for someone."
"That old sly fox of a dean won't rest until he's extracted every last penny of value out of someone."
"He probably won't stop until he turns that thing on everyone's head green. I'd love to see what other nonsense he can come up with."
Feeling that Zhang Menglong was about to start tricking people, the three of them were even more excited than Zhang Menglong himself.
"Got it!" Zhang Menglong slapped his thigh, "Folks, how about adding a protective fee value-added tax?"
"Protective fee value-added tax?" The treasure hunters looked at each other, confused. They knew about "protection fees" and "taxes", but putting the two together was a blind spot for their knowledge.
