"Me! Uh…" Zhang Hai stammered, his face a picture of embarrassment.
"I know you don't have any money. So, you owe me ninety coins now!" Chu Bamboo said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Zhang Hai was a good man, which was why, even as the head of the Third District Church, he was broke. Chu Bamboo then took a large, gold-inlaid Big Qian Coin from his pocket and placed it on the table.
He waved his hand magnanimously. "Give me twenty back!"
Zhang Hai: "?"
'Is he messing with me… No, wait.' Zhang Hai's expression shifted slightly. 'How did I end up in debt all of a sudden? Hold on, you gave them one hundred… shouldn't you have them give you ten back?'
Then, Zhang Hai saw the boss, his face sullen but acting as if this was all perfectly normal—in fact, this was exactly how things should be—hand over two Small Qian Coins.
Zhang Hai: "…"
'So this is really how Captain Qi's subordinates run their protection… security fee racket?!'
