Xia Zheng was held back by a mouthful of tea at his throat, almost laughing himself breathless, lifting his hand to tap Lin Yuan's forehead teasingly, "Why, feeling the pinch now? When you were throwing out silver like water earlier, why didn't you think about how much you'd lose!"
Lin Yuan swatted away his hand from her forehead, pouting gloomily, "Two taels of silver isn't really a lot, but what if none of these people meet my standards? Do I really have to go find another batch? What if the next batch doesn't fit either? I can't keep tossing out two taels of silver repeatedly like this, right? This really seems like a money pit!"
Of course it's a money pit!
Xia Zheng's slender fingers rhythmically tapped the desk, chuckling, "Silly girl, why don't you think of it the other way around?"
The other way around? Lin Yuan blinked, staring at him.
