"But boss, isn't 100 Mora a little too little?" the second brother asked.
"Idiot, it's 100 Mora per person each time. If a hundred people come, that's 10,000 Mora. There are so many people in Liyue Harbor, and people coming to worship can be said to be endless. This is called steady income, understand?"
"The most important thing is that 100 Mora doesn't meet the minimum threshold for fraud. Even if someone reports us and we lose, can't we just refund that person's money? Nobody can know exactly how many people we took money from."
"And if the Millelith come looking, they probably won't care about our little business. Maybe they'll just give us a lecture. But if you really sell this thing, then we'll be in deep trouble."
"Besides, we're only doing this for one day. Once the day is over, we stop immediately. After we've earned enough for our coffins, we'll move the statue back. That way, we won't provoke public outrage, and the Millelith won't come after us afterward. If they really hold us accountable, we'll hand over half the Mora we earned as a fine. If an adeptus comes, we'll say greed clouded our minds and offer half the Mora to set up a longevity tablet for them. That way, we won't offend anyone." The eldest brother said as he knocked the second brother on the head with a stick.
"Lumine, they really have such a business mind!" Paimon exclaimed.
"What? You want a share too? If you're willing, we need four people to carry the statue, and we're still short one. You can join us. We'll give you a quarter." After thinking for a moment, the eldest brother looked at Paimon and Lumine.
"If I remember correctly, you're that famous Traveler, right? As long as