"What? Not enough money?" Zhao Yuan raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "When you got this stone sculpture from that farmer, didn't you just give him a hundred yuan? And a counterfeit bill, at that. I'm giving you real money. By my count, you're still up a hundred."
Xing Hong's eyes flew wide open, his terrified expression like he had just seen a ghost. He cried out in shock, "How did you know I used a hundred-yuan counterfeit bill to buy this stone sculpture?"
Zhao Yuan let out a cold laugh. "If you don't want anyone to know, you shouldn't have done it in the first place."
Of course, he wasn't about to tell Xing Hong that he'd learned this from the description of the Spirit Medicine Stone on his Information Leaf.
