Half an hour later, Mo Yi announced and handed over two silver notes, which made Qin Zhaoyue even happier.
Twenty thousand taels, in hand!
There was no time to entertain them further, so the brother and sister were told to leave on their own.
Qin Zhaoyue skipped back into the house and put the silver notes into her little treasury.
Two bills of ten thousand each, two bills of one thousand each—Fengjing is a land of plenty, making money is easy, huh?
Retirement is no longer a distant dream; life has something to look forward to now!
"Sigh, I just hope that Wan'er can live up to expectations and pass the preliminary test."
Broken Ink: ...
She bet that her master couldn't even remember the girl's name before.
Now everyone calls her "Wan'er Meizi" (a nickname implying a close relationship), and people who don't know them might think they're very close.
Holding his secret stash of money, his eyes were practically disappearing with laughter!
After having her fun over, Qin Zhaoyue reached out and started picking through the selections.
Originally, she just wanted to make a quick buck, and 20,000 taels was a reasonable amount.
But once you actually get your hands on it, a little bit of greed inevitably arises.
If the first attempt costs 20,000, then the next one will cost at least 100,000!
After hesitating for a while, I figured that the 182 families probably wouldn't take it seriously, and I might just give them a couple of easy questions to fool them.
He gritted his teeth and pulled out a two-thousand-tael silver note.
"Take it and send it to the Pei residence."
Although she was perfectly justified in this matter, Qin Zhaoyue still took precautions and did not leave any evidence such as handwritten notes.
So, we still need to send someone to run an errand.
Sui Mo was always by Pei Xueqiao's side the most, and she was quite familiar with him, making her the most suitable person for this job.
After taking the silver note and leaving the bedroom, Suimo looked up at the sky, speechless and choked with emotion. What kind of job was this?
Under the shadow of the eaves pillar, Mo Er couldn't help but offer a word of comfort, "Sister Sui Mo, you've worked hard."
Sui Mo sighed deeply, "It's not hard work, it's just bad luck."
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