Finn Lewis finally set the table down in front of Finn Lewis and placed a stool next to the table, wiped it clean, and then spoke respectfully, "Young Master, please enjoy your tea." The waiter tremblingly served the tea to Finn Lewis. Finn Lewis opened the pouch he was holding, and upon opening it, he couldn't help but whistle softly.
"Wow, there's quite a lot left, isn't there?" The pouch was not large, just smaller than the size of a palm, containing a few silver ingots, along with a bar of gold that appeared to weigh about seven or eight taels.
