"This has become a half-monthly payment, and still, two hundred taels each time, doesn't that mean we need to pay four hundred taels of silver a month?"
"Correct!" the person on the right laughed playfully, "You're quite good at math, and that is exactly how the rent will be paid from now on."
The shop assistant was dumbfounded. The phrase "four hundred taels a month" made his head spin. He quickly said, "Young Master! Young Masters! This can't be! Four hundred taels a month, that's… that's four thousand eight hundred taels a year!"
"What? You're just the nephew of that shopkeeper, are you trying to save money for your relatives?" the leader squinted his eyes.
"But… but the original lease…"
The shop assistant murmured.
"Is void!" the person on the left declared, "Along with the two hundred taels of silver, have your uncle bring the previous lease so we can draft a new one."
"But…" The shop assistant still wanted to argue. After all, the inn wasn't just his uncle's business.
