In the Celestial Capital Department, the man was scolded by Yi Jun and had now relayed all the information he could gather to the man in front of him. The head of the department turned dark-faced upon hearing the man's report, "So you've been going around all day, and you still don't know what the other party looks like, let alone their cultivation level?"
"Then the ten taels of silver for this trip to Wutao Pavilion should come out of your pocket. Don't bother filing it for reimbursement with our Celestial Capital Department— I won't approve it."
Dammit, I gave you ten thousand, asked you to take the client out for a meal, and you settled for a roadside diner with noodles at a buck or two each, and then gave me back over nine thousand in change?? What kind of thinking process is that?
Boss, is this even the same thing? The man, having been scolded by Yi Jun and now again by his own boss, felt battered and bruised, yet couldn't help but retort:
