The two of them were discussing back and forth.
"I don't think so!"
"The current Emperor is wise, and those officials in the court don't dare to embezzle!"
"Each of them has a family and a career, and naturally, they all need to make a living!"
"So it's impossible not to be short on silver!"
Old Master Rong was in complete agreement; he doubted again.
"So it must be that we didn't deliver the silver properly!"
Old Master Song frowned.
"Too little? Triple the amount of silver, nearly ten thousand taels, isn't that enough?"
Old Master Rong was a bit exasperated.
"Didn't you see there were three of them?"
"Three thousand taels per person, what's that enough for?!"
Old Master Song widened his eyes.
"Could it be that one person wants ten thousand taels? That's really an outrageous demand!"
Old Master Lian snapped.
"What time is it, and you're still worried about the silver!"
"Better to worry about ourselves!"
He said while troubled and in turmoil.
