The second floor of the Louvre, inside the office.
When Lin Yi mentioned taking the refugees away.
The short and fat bureaucrat struggled to put on a troubled look, even the fat on his face jiggled rhythmically.
"Well...you know, refugees are valuable resources, but if it's twenty pounds of food per person...I think I can let a few residents go."
The short and fat bureaucrat spoke hesitantly, each word seemed to be squeezed out through clenched teeth, as if making this decision required cutting off a piece of his flesh.
Lin Yi sneered: "Ten pounds for one person. You should know some camps are fretting over how to dispose of these burdens, they can't wait to offload them on me for free."
"Ahem, alright...let's settle it at ten pounds, since you are my major merchant, after all."
The short and fat bureaucrat put on a face, showing he made significant concessions just for Lin Yi.
