"What! One thousand taels of silver? Why don't you just rob me!"
Chen Liang heard him and thought, 'Just how much silver did I borrow, anyway?'
'I don't think it was even five hundred taels. It's only been a few days, and now I owe them one thousand!'
'This is outrageous!'
"Heh heh, Young Master Chen, we're already giving you a discount on the interest out of respect for your cousin. Otherwise, the total would be one thousand three hundred taels. What, is Young Master Chen planning on welshing on his debt?"
The gambling house attendant's tone gradually turned cold. In Xiahe City, no one had ever dared to owe the Four Directions Gambling House money and not pay it back.
If they did, the women were sold to brothels, and the men to the Turtle Hall.
They'd spend a lifetime paying off their debt.
"Watch your mouth! Who—who would welsh on a debt? Once I pass the examination and become a Martial Scholar, I'll pay you back this paltry sum with interest."
