By the time he counted the last bill, if it weren't for his self-control, he probably would have been so astounded that he could've fit an egg in his mouth.
He produced a total of 200,000 taels of silver without even blinking an eye.
Was this something a girl barely in her teens could have the guts to do?
Qing Li swallowed nervously and said, "Enough, enough..."
With this silver, establishing an initial power base was already sufficient, and for the future, he didn't recruit people just to loaf around; naturally, there were ways to be self-sufficient.
However, Ye Jiu's grand manner in handling money did make him regard him more highly.
Consider him, a Divine Doctor, wandering for so many years, and yet the silver in his pocket never exceeded ten thousand taels. Usually, he even had to be frugal when wanting to buy precious medicinal materials. This really was a case where comparison breeds discontent.
