"Yiyi, I was injured when I caught those five poisonous people. You exposed it to me! So this must be considered a work-related injury. If you don't reimburse me for medical expenses, nutrition expenses will be ignored. I know you don't get a dime, but you can't
You’re blackmailing me like this!”
"Since you said I cheated on you, wouldn't it be unfair if I didn't tell the truth?" Ziyi said with a sly smile: "Then I'll do the calculation again!"
"The beautiful man showed up and paid 800 taels for the treatment and 400 taels for my bandage. Just now you questioned my financial management ability and made me sad. Please compensate me for 100 taels. You also falsely accused me of slandering you and compensated me for the loss of reputation by one thousand taels."
Two, and your blood has stained my table and room. I have to hire someone to clean it. After cleaning, I have to clean, disinfect and dry it. What a cumbersome process. Counting a thousand taels, I still have to stay in my Piaoxiang at night.
Pavilion, food and drink, food expenses, bed fees, protection fees..."
Yaoyao's eyes widened when she heard that, Ziyi was truly unprecedented and unprecedented in his love of wealth as much as his life...
Ziyi finally made a calculated move, narrowed his eyes with joy, and said to Yaoyao to please: "There are nine thousand four hundred and forty-eight taels in total. After rounding, you can just give me nine thousand five hundred taels!"
"...Nine thousand, five hundred taels?" The black line on Yaoyao's forehead hung even harder than Crayon Shin-chan's: "Rounding off, why not nine thousand, four hundred taels?"
Yaoyao's palm was scratched, and Shadow had already sucked the poison away. Lan Yichen only took a brief look at the diagnosis and treatment, and did not mention Zi Yi's bandage. It turned out...
"When you round up, you round up and I add in, so the fraction is five hundred taels. Do you suspect that I made a mistake?" Ziyi raised his eyebrows.
Forget it, a loss is a blessing. Yaoyao is not going to say anything else, lest Zi Yi’s fingers fiddle with the abacus again. Needless to say, there will only be more, not less.
Yaoyao dug in her arms and took out a stack of banknotes, and handed it to Ziyi respectfully: "There are eight thousand taels here, and I still owe you one thousand five hundred taels. I will send someone to give it to you later when I get home."
Send it over!"
Zi Yi stretched out his hand to take the banknote very naturally, tapped the amount with two white fingers, pointed to the corner of the table towards Yaoyao with satisfaction and said: "You say you have no proof, go and create a written certificate for me.