Then Yuchi also cried: "Big brother, I'm still wearing a mask, can you please take into account the feelings of a brave little bull while boasting!"
In the end, the small art gallery was filled with the sound of crying.
It's almost enough.
The man wiped away his tears and, feeling wronged, reported a number: "It might take a hundred taels to sort this out."
Yuchi's body shook, one hand holding his mask, presenting a flustered look: "Does it really need a hundred taels?"
The man nodded pitifully: "This is already the lowest, lowest. If it were any less, I'd have to subsidize more myself with gold and silver. You have to understand that running this whole process can't be done without two hundred taels of silver. But for my little brother, I'm still willing to sacrifice myself, so I think you might want to go back and find a way. We hit it off at first sight!"
Yuchi fell silent.
