Yue Yating came out of the studio with some tools and a card reader.
There was nothing especially fancy about it. Lin Zhaojun took out a credit card and swiped it through the typewriter-like card reader Yue Yating had produced, settling the bill.
A number popped up on the display: 21,533.
So expensive.
The sound of poverty rose from the depths of Jiang Han's heart. She knew a little about evening gowns—5,000 to 15,000 was a reasonable price, but for high-end banquets, spending more than 20,000 was inevitable. The banquets attended by a witch of Lin Zhaojun's caliber certainly wouldn't be low-end affairs.
Still, this price was actually on the low side. Miss Yue Yating said she did not offer discounts, but as the designer, she definitely had not included her own design fee. Otherwise, a design like this would never be so "cheap."
"This isn't expensive. Any other witch accompanying me to a banquet could pry at least 280,000 from me, and afterward I'd still have to prepare a gift worth 50,000, as well as a packaged Level 5 spell research manual and its formula." Lin Zhaojun saw through Jiang Han's expression and said so.
She wore a helpless smile. "Like I said, sometimes it's hard to find a purely social companion."
That expensive!?
Jiang Han was secretly astonished.
Not long ago, she had read a newspaper article titled The Standard Income Classes of Twentieth-Century Witches.
It mentioned that witches earning over 12,000 a month, with weekly wages reaching 3,000, counted as standard well-off household—middle-class—witches. They enjoyed comfortable lives, could go out with their families every month to enjoy all kinds of trips, and could support little witches through school without neglecting their own spell research.
According to the article's data, a household with a total monthly income exceeding