"That's true, but you still charge silver when people from the City Lord's Residence come for treatment. I heard you took in quite a few spirit stones yesterday alone," Xifang Kongming said.
Tang Wen glanced at the popularity above his head. Shit, he's set his sights on me. His popularity little figure was staring at Tang Wen with a hint of greed.
"I did take in some, but after costs, there's not much left." Tang Wen shook his head. "Still, I'm part of the City Lord's Residence now, so I ought to pay whatever taxes are due, shouldn't I? I, Tang Wen, certainly won't dodge my debts. After all, the City Lord's Residence has to protect my Medicine Hall and supermarket, doesn't it?"
"Hehehe, you do understand how things work. How about this? Nothing excessive, just a hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones a year." Xifang Kongming stroked his beard and smiled.
"Fuck, that's daylight robbery..."
Tang Wen nearly choked to death. He glanced at him and found the popularity little figure glaring fiercely at him.
It seemed that if he refused to pay, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his supermarket.
"A hundred thousand low-grade stones are only a thousand high-grade spirit stones. Look, I made you five or six thousand high-grade stones yesterday alone. You carried off a huge chunk of the City Lord's Residence's treasury and left it depleted. See? You made it all back in a single day," Xifang Kongming said.
"There are costs involved. Look at Tu Qianqiu's Flesh-Regenerating Pills. He squeezed a sum out of me just the day before yesterday.
"And the bathrooms and walkie-talkies cost a lot to begin with. I don't make much off them.
"After costs, I'm left with just a few dozen spirit stones," Tang Wen complained.
"Really?" Xifang