Luo Fubang jumped when he saw Song Lianhe slap the silver note he had given her back onto the table.
"Why did you bring the silver back? Did… did they refuse to sell?"
Before he could get angry, Song Lianhe took a sip of her chilled tea and shook her head. "He wants to open a franchise of my Medical Clinic. This is the franchise fee."
Luo Fubang's brows knitted. He stroked his little mustache, asking in disbelief, "So you're saying we got two hundred fine warhorses without spending a single piece of silver?"
"There's more," Da Xi added, presenting Song Lianhe with her favorite dried fruit. "Old Master, don't forget about the man locked in the dungeon."
"Kong Yu? Heh... Heheh... Ha... Haha... HAHAHAHA..."
Luo Fubang put his hands on his hips and threw his head back, roaring with laughter.
It wasn't that he was being arrogant; it was just too damn satisfying!
