He paused, trying to make his reasoning sound more convincing:
"Think about it—whoever dares to apply to Shrek Academy is either already level twenty-one or about to break through to Soul Grandmaster, right?"
"Those people have a steady monthly income of at least ten Gold Soul Coins."
"If I charge ten Gold Soul Coins as an application fee, it's merely a drop in the bucket to them. But to the academy, it's a lifesaver!"
Lin Hai folded his arms, the corner of his mouth curling in undisguised mockery:
"Give it a rest. Don't cry poverty in front of me. Do you really think I don't know about all your little 'revenue-boosting and cost-cutting' methods?"
Counting on his fingers, he listed them one by one:
"Charging people to awaken their martial souls—something Spirit Hall does for free!"
"And taking mercenary jobs under the Golden Iron Triangle's name, helping people hunt soul rings for extra money..."
"Oh, right. That budget general store in Suotuo City—the prices there aren't very budget-friendly, are they? They aren't even fixed prices. You just set them at random..."
"You really have no shortage of tricks for making money."
"What I don't get is, where did all the money go? Did you spend it all on spicy cabbage? What happened to the meat and fish you promised? Did you eat it all yourself?"
With his dirty laundry exposed, Flender's old face reddened slightly. He immediately craned his neck and retorted:
"Hey! How do you know so much, brat? At my shop, it's willing buyers and willing sellers—a fair deal!"
"What's wrong with charging people for hunting soul beasts? I'm one of the Golden Iron Triangle!"
"And what's wrong with charging for martial soul awakenings? Do you know how many people beg me to do it?"
As though he