C209 (1/2)

”Godly Doctor, please save me!”

Thousand Treasures closed the door, turned around, and threw himself at Zhan Xiaolou's feet. His voice was sorrowful, as if he were a completely different person from his previous high-spirited appearance.

Auntie Lu covered her mouth and snickered. Previously, she said that she would chase them away like beggars. But now? He lay down at his feet, begging for help. No matter what, he should not be too full of words.

Zhan Xiaolou helped Boss Wan up. ”Take a seat first and talk slowly.”

Wan Baode sat down, wiped away his tears, and began her long story about how her grandmother died and how her mother died. Now it was her turn …

Zhan Xiaolou just listened quietly to what she had to say, not interrupting her from beginning to end. Auntie Lu trembled in fear. How could a rich man have such a strange occurrence? Could it be that he had done some evil to reap his retribution? Or was he cursed by his enemies?

When Wan Baode finally finished, his mouth felt parched and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he looked at Zhan Xiaolou.

Zhan Xiaolou calmly said, ”Five hundred liang of silver.”

”Pfft.” Aunt Lu spat out a mouthful of water from her mouth and coughed a few times.

Five hundred silver taels?

Did I hear wrong?

Thousand Treasures was also stunned, and he repeated, ”Five hundred taels of silver?”

Zhan Xiaolou only looked at her without speaking, implying that she hadn't misheard. It was five hundred taels of silver. Thousand Treasures looked a bit embarrassed. Isn't this a bit too much?

”Do you want your life or your money?” Zhan Xiaoluo saw her hesitation and added another sentence. According to the income of the Plethora Gem Tower, five hundred taels of silver would at most be a year's worth of profit.