Flush with Cash. "Two and a half million?! Where's the money?! Where?!"
Inside Liang Residence, a ball-shaped figure occasionally bounced above the courtyard wall, whistling as it stirred the wind.
Old Toad leaped and hopped, swaying left and rolling right.
Dream White Fire had eighteen Fish-Watching Spots, each one precious. There was absolutely no worry about finding buyers.
Liang Qu ran into the room, pulled open the rhinoceros-hide chest beneath the bed, and took out a thick bundle of silver notes, every one of them in the enormous denomination of ten thousand taels.
He had never seen so much money in his life! "Two and a half million. One point two million in silver notes; of the remaining one point three million, five hundred thousand is still being raised, while eight hundred thousand has been converted into equivalent materials and is still being transported.
"It is expected to all arrive before the end of the fifth month. It is a bit slow, but Frog Duke need not worry. Round Head guarantees the Treasure Fish's spirituality; for the next half year or so, there is no need to fear anything happening to Dream White Fire."
"Slurp! Good, good, good!"
Old Toad fiercely sucked in a mouthful of drool, flexed its five toes, and took the bulging bundle of silver notes in both hands, unable to put it down.
It pulled out one note. Its slightly moist surface clung to the cotton paper, while the fragrant scent of ink seeped deep into its lungs, intoxicating the frog. It staggered about on the pier as though dancing the dance of frogs.
Clap clap clap.
Water spray scattered everywhere. Fat Catfish shut its huge mouth, waved its fins, slapped the water and beat its belly in accompaniment. Oolong, who had come to drink, alternated