"Chen Sir, please, cool your temper." Zhou Heng waved his hand with a smile and said, "Since you forgot to bring the early meal, why not just compensate me with some money? How about three thousand taels?"
"Why doesn't Priest Zhou turn to banditry?" Chen Xingjiang sneered.
"Could it be that the mighty Prefectural Governor, a Great Grandmaster of the pinnacle of Fourth Rank, can't produce three thousand taels?" Zhou Heng feigned a look of astonishment and said, "No way, no way, it can't really be like this, can it?"
"..." Chen Xingjiang suppressed the impulse to slap Zhou Heng to death and took a deep breath before saying, "Fine, three thousand taels it is. I will give you the silver note later."
"Sorry, I was referring to gold." Zhou Heng said with a beaming smile.
