In a side room at the Cyan Wood Institute, a mountain of silver notes was piled on the table.
Yu Bao'Er was counting them quickly, the large-denomination notes rustling softly in her hands.
Her eyes grew wider and wider, and she unconsciously held her breath.
"One hundred fifty thousand... one hundred eighty thousand... two hundred ten thousand... twenty-five thousand seven hundred taels!"
Yu Bao'Er shot her head up and gasped, her voice trembling. "Chief Disciple! It's a full twenty-five thousand seven hundred taels! Heavens... This... this is like a dream!"
She stared at the pile of silver notes, her head spinning.
Twenty-five thousand seven hundred taels!
'How many years would it take for the Yu Family to earn this much silver?'
Chen Qing sat to the side, his expression calm.
He took the register from Yu Bao'er, its pages densely packed with names and amounts.
