When Shen Jiao left Hu Rourou's place with her mahjong partners and Liang Heng, she had nine hundred taels of silver notes in her pocket.
Hu Rourou was so angry that she collapsed on the small couch, her fingers gripping the bedding tightly until her knuckles turned white, as if imagining Shen Jiao's face and trying to crush it.
This time she underestimated her opponent and was careless. When they meet again, she will definitely make Shen Jiao pay the price. You should know that Hu Rourou is not someone that can be bullied by just anyone!
Just a dancer...
"Hi, we meet again." Half a head suddenly peeked out from the doorway, the light reflected from the gold hairpin in her hair almost blinding Hu Rourou's eyes, which were filled with hatred.
Hu Rourou was imagining how she would make Shen Jiao look bad when she saw Shen Jiao return, and she was completely dumbfounded.
What? This shameless dancer is trying to rip you off and then pull a fast one!
"What else do you want to do!" Hu Rourou asked fiercely, but her hand under the covers instinctively tightened around her purse.
“I suddenly remembered something important I forgot to mention.” Shen Jiao gripped the doorframe.
Hu Rourou thought that Doctor Liang had forgotten to say something, and because men and women should not touch each other, he had to ask this dancer to relay it. She frowned and asked, "Speak, and leave quickly after you've finished."
She felt so annoyed by Shen Jiao's face that she wanted to kill him, so she simply turned her head away and stopped looking at the nasty thing at the door.
Shen Jiao said sincerely, "Sister, if anyone else from your Sword Forging Manor needs anything like this next time, remember to contact me first. I'll even give you a discount since we're familiar with each other."
Just then, a second head popped out from under the door frame.
Xi Su's tone was also very sincere: "We'll even give you a discount. Professional technology, professional personnel, professional facilities, professional for a hundred years!"
"A hundred years of professionalism, trust Miss Shen, and you'll be relaxed and beautiful; trust Dr. Liang, and you'll have no worries about health." Xi Ning's head slowly peeked out from behind the door frame.
Shen Jiao blinked: "I'll protect your safety."
"I'll take care of your health." Liang Heng squatted on the ground, poking his head out with some difficulty. Even so, he still couldn't resist opening his fan and waving it around in a pretentious manner.
"That's all we have to say, goodbye." Shen Jiao and her group came and went in a hurry.
Hu Rourou, left alone and disheveled: "..."
She vowed that she would not let this arrogant dancer get away with it the next time they met!
...
The competition on the other side of the arena was in full swing, with deafening cheers heard from afar.
Shen Jiao and her group sneaked back to the viewing platform from behind the crowd, but were still spotted by a few people.
"To be fair, if this dancer hadn't been so arrogant and domineering, she would have been quite beautiful."
"Actually, she doesn't seem to be that bad. If you think about it carefully, she didn't do anything wrong."
"She not only saved Mu Yang, but also Hu Rourou."
"I think you've all been blinded by beauty. If she really wanted to save him, she would have stopped him right then and there. This is clearly hindsight, it's disgusting."
Even if someone agrees with this, they'll only mutter it to themselves. Even if the tyrant is sitting obediently on the viewing platform, no one dares to speak up and echo it.
They have clearly realized the dangers of speaking carelessly.
...
Shen Jiao believed in sharing both good times and bad, so she shared the silver notes and mahjong partners she had painstakingly earned with Liang Heng.
She divided the banknotes into four piles.
“Brother Liang is so rich, he shouldn’t care about such a small amount of money.” Shen Jiao said without blushing or skipping a beat, pulling Liang Heng’s share towards herself.
"I like it, I like it." Liang Heng ignored her pained expression and handed the banknote back without saying a word.
"Ah, I'm glad you like it." Shen Jiao chuckled dryly, suppressing her reluctance, and divided the remaining two portions between Xi Su and Xining.
Then, she noticed that the two card players, instead of jumping for joy after receiving their share, were staring at her intently, seemingly waiting for her to say something.
Shen Jiao suddenly realized, "Do you two look down on this small share of the profits?"
She was overjoyed. As expected of a fellow card player who had fought day and night, his way of doing things was no less considerate than Liang Heng's.
Unexpectedly, Xi Su and Xi Ning were quick-witted and nimble, stuffing the silver notes into their purses before Chen Jiao could react, and then said in unison, "Miss, you haven't paid back the gambling debts you owe us yet."
"Huh? I'll pay you back, of course I will. Honestly, do I look like the kind of person who would renege on a debt?" Shen Jiao's smile froze on her lips.
Xi and Su remained silent, their eyes gleaming, their expressions a little aggrieved, as if they were practically branding "You old bastard" on their foreheads.
Shen Jiao couldn't bear to see a young girl looking aggrieved, especially a delicate and pretty girl.
She took a few deep breaths, turned her head, closed her eyes, and waved her hand dismissively, "Take it, take whatever you need."
Anyway, there were more than two hundred taels of silver notes. In her memory, she didn't seem to owe much money. She estimated that she should still have about one hundred taels left.
Despite thinking this, the moment Shen Jiao opened her eyes, she was struck dumb as if by lightning. She remained motionless, her slender fingers trembling as she pointed incredulously at the ten taels of silver remaining in front of her.
The smallest denomination of a silver note is fifty taels; the silver is obtained through exchange.
"Was there a mistake in the calculation?"
"No, this is the account book written by the young lady herself." Xi Su took out a small notebook about the size of a palm. The cover was very simple and clear, and it was called Shen Jiao's Personal Borrowing Record.
Liang Heng glanced at the cover and his eyes lit up. To be honest, Sister Shen's handwriting was quite beautiful.
It looks a bit like someone's handwriting, what was it called again? He doesn't like reading or writing, so he can't remember for a moment.
"No need to look anymore, just put it away." It's all tears; every stroke of her pen was written by her.
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