Zhou Dafu hurriedly waved his hand. "I can't accept the money. They're just two servants. I'll just give them to Young Master Dai."
"That won't do," Dai Wenhuo said meaningfully. "If that's the case, I'll be criticized if word gets out. I don't want to be criticized behind my back for two servants."
Zhou Dafu suddenly came back to his senses and thought of the prefecture magistrate Dai's identity.
Indeed, giving gifts was one thing, but it couldn't be done openly. What if someone targeted the prefecture magistrate and reported him to the emperor? Wouldn't it mean that he had done something bad out of good intentions? Not only did he not let Young Master Dai owe him a favor, but he also made people hate him?
At the thought of this, Zhou Dafu shuddered on the spot and said with a serious expression, "Young Master Dai makes sense. We're doing a normal transaction."
"That's right. It's better to write it clearly in a contract."
