"Just recognized a few characters, and happened to know how to do arithmetic..."
Fang Yu smiled. "Now that I've reminded you, Tiger Lord, do you remember? These ten taels of silver of mine are honest-to-goodness blood-and-sweat money. I saved up ten taels, then paid all ten as tribute to the gang! There wasn't a single coin missing! I spend my own money to learn martial arts—what's wrong with that?"
Only then did Tiger Lord truly feel as though he were riding a tiger with no way to dismount.
He couldn't exactly say that fishermen weren't allowed to save money, could he? That would stir up public outrage!
And Fang Yu's skills... unless he summoned one of the gang's martial arts instructors, they probably wouldn't be able to take him down. The key was—they had no justification!
He didn't even dare report it to the gang.
Because... Tiger Lord was merely a low-ranking manager of the Goldfish Gang, yet he oversaw such a massive treasure basin. Could it be that he hadn't secretly pocketed and withheld some money?
Of course he had!
If the Goldfish Gang's higher-ups came and confronted him face-to-face, beating drums on one side and gongs on the other, then checked the accounts... whether Fang Yu lived or died was uncertain, but Tiger Lord himself would definitely be dead!
Bitterness filled Tiger Lord's heart.
He preyed on the fishermen's illiteracy and ignorance of arithmetic, naturally allowing him to manipulate things at both ends, falsify the accounts, and quietly line his pockets.
But who could have imagined that among these wretchedly poor fishermen, there would be such a bizarre breed as Fang Yu?
Tiger Lord's eyes shifted, and he forced a smile onto his face. "So that's how it is... a misunderstanding... it was all a misunderstanding."
"Ha... haha..."