"Do you want to take care of the accounts?" Leng Lintian's hands explored from his waist and pulled off a cloth bag to cushion it.
Unfortunately, I have almost scattered all my money, and there are still a few empty coins left.
He threw the bag in front of Jing Jiaren...
Jing Jiaren looked at the empty bag: "Is this all left? Then you were so generous just now."
"The human heart is greedy."
Jing Jiaren opened the bag, took out a gold coin and looked at it. On the front was a swan wearing a crown, on the front was a rose flower, and under the totem was the English word jiarenxxxxyr. (Jiaren xxxx year)
That year was Jing Jiaren’s birthday.
Jing Jiaren firmly grasped the gold coin in her palm. This was obviously Leng Lintian's self-made gold coin, and it actually had something to do with her.
Leng Jiaren didn't know, she probably thought it was her...
After all, Leng Jiaren doesn't understand the year above.
Jing Jiaren pretended not to see anything and put the gold coins back into the bag: "Didn't you agree to deal with him and give him double the gold coins if you find enough food?"
It is the sum of all gold coins taken previously, multiplied by double.
Leng Lintian smiled softly: "I don't need such a big cake to seduce him. Do you think he will obediently serve us?"
"..."
"I'm afraid we have now been tied up by his companions to divide all the gold coins."
Jing Jiaren understood what he meant. Even if the manager did not tell all the migrant workers, he could collude with other managers to set traps for them, such as adding medicine to their food and water to set traps for them.
Thinking of this, Jing Jiaren realized in hindsight: "Then what we ate before is okay?"
"I am a poison master. Do you think you can escape my eyes if there is any problem?"
Jing Jiaren was relieved when she suddenly heard footsteps.
She raised her head and glanced, and saw a man in a black robe and cloak coming over. Judging from his appearance, he should be the steward they had always been in contact with.
Jing Jiaren clenched the gold coin bag tightly and hid it behind her back, and whispered: "Leng Lintian, he is here."
They don't have many gold coins anymore. If they are discovered...
Leng Lintian stopped moving his hands, turned around and walked towards the other party.
Jing Jiaren discovered that Leng Lintian would always walk far away and talk to the manager halfway, which would not give him a chance to get close to Jing Jiaren and Leng Jiaren.
Probably... they were afraid that the person in charge would suddenly hurt them.
With such a long distance, Leng Lintian felt more at ease.
And in Jing Jiaren's blink of an eye, the opponent was knocked down, and Jing Jiaren didn't even see when he took action.
The steward fell to the ground, and Leng Lintian injected two more shots of anesthetic into his exposed skin to confirm that he was indeed in a coma.
Jing Jiaren stood up and saw Leng Lintian dragging the steward over with one hand, easily and effortlessly.
"Did you knock him out?"
"The remaining gold coins are not enough, or do you have a better way?"
"Well... let's hide him there." Jing Jiaren quickly found a place.
Leng Lintian smiled, stopped and threw a bag of things in his hand towards her: "It's not busy. You can have something to eat and I'll be there."
This should be the food that the steward just got, wrapped in tattered brown paper, and water in two large water bottles.
The steamed buns I was given before were too hard, and they were just for filling my stomach, so I couldn’t eat them full at all.