"Fine, everyone gets two hundred and fifty. Fair." Wang Tie Zhu said happily. Though he had ultimately failed to shove off this rotten job, the burden had been greatly reduced.
If his luck improved later and he pissed up a few more boys, he could reduce it even further.
"Two hundred and fifty?" Qin He savored the number, then looked at Wang Tie Zhu speechlessly. "You really are a two-fifty."
"Wait, I'm not a two-fifty." Wang Tie Zhu froze.
Qin He froze as well, secretly thinking that Wang Tie Zhu actually knew what that number meant...
But then he heard Wang Tie Zhu add, "I already raised dozens just now. I only have two hundred left, not two hundred and fifty."
"The ones from earlier count too?" Wei Wu protested.
"Anyone can question me, but not you. Those dozens from earlier included you." Wang Tie Zhu shot back without missing a beat.
Wei Wu choked, unable to find words to refute him for a moment.
Wu De and Fahai exchanged a glance, wondering why they were fussing over numbers when two hundred and fifty was nothing more than a single piss.
With everyone tacitly agreeing, the distribution was settled.
The four of them began brewing "Holy Water." Wei Wu drank half a cup of tea, while Wu De and Fahai drank quite a bit of wine. Wang Tie Zhu was the most outrageous of them all—"glug, glug"—hugging Lamborghini's water bucket and pouring it down his throat.
A moment later, the four began raising people.
One stream of Wang Tie Zhu's Holy Water could bring up four or five people. He used every drop with precision, never wasting a single one.
Seeing this, Wu De and Fahai followed suit.
One piss later, they had raised more than ten people.
The quantity