"You're sure it's fifty million?"
"Of course!"
As Xia Yaoyao spoke, she opened her palm and revealed the Spatial Ring. "How could I have counted wrong?"
The Tiangong Elder immediately sent his Divine Sense into it.
Then, he fell silent.
"Fifty million..."
"It is fifty million!"
"What's wrong with fifty million?" The Tiangong Elder came back to his senses, his gaze resolute. "Does fifty million mean he can leave without even having a cup of tea?"
Xia Yaoyao: "???"
"Didn't you make him tea?"
"I... I didn't!"
"I knew it! You can't do this next time. It isn't easy for Nephew Wang Mu to come all this way—how could you not even let him have a sip of tea? If word spreads out, people will say we don't understand the ways of hospitality!"
The Tiangong Elder said this with perfect seriousness.
Xia Yaoyao was dumbfounded, staring at her Master. "You... aren't angry anymore?"
"Why would I be angry? What is there to be angry about? Money is secondary!
"Nephew Wang Mu thinks highly of us and entrusted such a huge order to us. That is trust! Between heaven and earth, trust is the one thing that must never be betrayed. Understand?"
"Understood!"
"Good. Remember, you absolutely cannot mess this up!"
"If we fail to receive the Final Payment because of quality issues later, just see how this old man deals with you! Did you hear me?"
Xia Yaoyao's lips twitched. "Yes..."
"Fine, that's all!"
The Tiangong Elder turned around, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked into the Stone door.
A long time later.
From within the Stone door came a muffled shriek.
"Fifty million... Hahaha... This old man has never fought such a wealthy battle before... I have money now... I have money now, hahahaha—hic~"
"..."
Xia Yaoyao