Having voiced his frustrations, Poxed Face Wang angrily set down his pen.
He felt he was being unfairly treated. He hadn't even received the two-tael silver reward yet, and his colleagues were already scheming to divvy it up until he had nothing left.
What aggravated him the most was that obtaining the two taels of silver reward wasn't a simple task.
The group exchanged glances, and the prospect of losing out on the half-month's salary promised by Governor Su left them somewhat disgruntled. It felt as though someone had pilfered money from their pockets.
Nonetheless, none of them were willing to pick up their pens and continue transcribing. No one wanted to be the first to compromise.
