"Fifty thousand?" Tang Ye asked, but the young black man shook his head and gestured again.
"Five hundred thousand? Got it, sir?"
"Fifty-five..." Upon hearing this number, Tang Ye simply shook his head. Mr. Pillay's Grocery Store definitely didn't have five hundred thousand. He spread his hands to the others, indicating either that he didn't have it or that he was refusing.
"What if you don't have it?"
"Oh~ then, sir, you might have to guess if you're going to get beaten up next!"
"If I had to guess, of course it's not going to happen."
"Not going to happen? So does that mean you're ready to compensate, sir?"
"I never said that."
"You."
