Inside a side room of Qingmu Institute, banknotes were piled on the table like a small mountain.
Yu Bao'er counted them at lightning speed, the high-denomination banknotes making soft rustling sounds in her hands.
Her eyes widened further and further, and she unconsciously held her breath.
"Fifteen thousand... eighteen thousand... twenty-one thousand... two hundred and fifty-seven thousand taels!"
Yu Bao'er abruptly lifted her head and sucked in a sharp breath, her voice trembling. "Chief Disciple! There's a full two hundred and fifty-seven thousand taels here! Heavens... this... this feels like a dream!"
Looking at the pile of banknotes before her, she felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Two hundred and fifty-seven thousand taels!
How many years would the Yu Family need to earn that much silver?
Chen Qing sat upright nearby, his expression calm.
He accepted the ledger Yu Bao'er handed over. It was densely filled with names and amounts.
When he saw the thirty thousand taels after Nie Shanshan's name, Chen Qing paused slightly and thought to himself, She had thrown down thirty thousand taels just like that. The foundations of Guishui Institute's Chief Disciple truly are extraordinary.
Besides Nie Shanshan, there were also Elder Sang's thirty thousand taels and Shen Xiuyong's twenty thousand taels. The three of them accounted for nearly the lion's share.
Chen Qing carefully imprinted every name and amount in his mind before closing the ledger.
"Did you record everything?"
"Mhm! Not a single one was missed!"
Yu Bao'er nodded hard.
Chen Qing's methods had utterly overturned her understanding.
He had gathered more than two hundred thousand taels in a single day. Was this the weight carried by a chief senior disciple?
"You worked hard this time, running all over the place."
Chen Qing pulled out a banknote. "These five hundred taels are for your trouble. Take