"Sun has bought this big fish! It'll be perfect for entertaining distinguished guests, hahaha~"
With a single sentence, the big fish's ownership was decided. Fisherman Tan did not dare refuse; he only hoped this thug Sun would not short him on the silver. Twenty taels was no small sum for an ordinary household. A fisherman could toil himself to the bone all year and save only three or four taels by year's end. Only by lucking into a big fish could he improve his life.
"Give the old man his money."
At once, a blue-clad street thug walked up to Fisherman Tan, pulled several bits of broken silver from his pocket, and tossed them onto the ground.
"O... one tael of silver?"
Fisherman Tan was not the only one stunned. The surrounding onlookers also thought this was going too far.
"This Golden Flower Fish is worth at least twenty taels. The taverns buy them at a clearly posted price. Is Boss Sun mistaken in giving me one tael?" Fisherman Tan asked in a low, humble voice, his face full of worry.
"What? You think it's too much?"
Sun Ye snatched the one tael of silver back from Fisherman Tan's hand, his manner indescribably arrogant.
"Y-you're robbing me!"
"So what if I rob you? It's your whole family's honor for Lord Sun to eat one of your fish. Go ask around Longze—who has Sun Ye ever feared? Stop your squawking, or if you anger Lord Sun, I'll break those worthless legs of yours!"
His words enraged the people who had merely been watching the commotion in the street. Strong-arming someone into selling was one thing, and even if he paid sixteen or seventeen taels for a fish worth twenty, no one would say much. But he gave one tael and still