"How much did you say?" Xu Zishuai opened his eyes wide.
The twilight light slanted in, casting a brilliant halo.
"Five hundred sixty-nine thousand forty-six taels and three maces," Hedgehog repeated, handing over the ledger, "Many guests spent lavishly, giving full silver ingots, which could be converted into standard silver of fifty-two taels and four maces at the money exchange.
Some of these big spenders who used silver ingots took fifty-two tickets, while others only took fifty. Most gave two ingots at a time, buying a hundred tickets in total. No matter what, there would be surplus revenue. The Martial Hall Disciples watched closely, preventing ticket sellers from skimming off the top.
