"Five hundred... we can't afford that right now..." A student looked decidedly green. "That's too expensive..."
He felt around in his pocket, only to poke his fingers straight through the bottom. All five fingers were fair and soft.
"There's no need for five hundred. Fifty each as a token payment will do." Qin Fangyang set the price outright.
What on earth was this little bastard thinking, asking for five hundred each?
How did he even have the nerve to say it? Did the brat think everyone's money came blowing down from the sky?
And the truth was just as Qin Fangyang had thought: they really... couldn't afford it!
After all, once they advanced to the Martial Master Class, cultivating behind closed doors was no longer their main focus. They spent at least half of every month out gaining practical experience, heading out once every two or three days on average. Even by the most conservative estimate, each person would need Zuo Xiaoduo to read their face nearly ten times a month!
Five hundred a time?
How much would that come to in a month? Wouldn't that reduce all these students' families to penniless paupers?
"Fifty is too little, Teacher Qin! You're driving far too hard a bargain!" Zuo Xiaoduo protested, looking utterly aggrieved.
"I'm not bargaining with you. I'm setting the price!"
Qin Fangyang asked mildly, "If you think this price is still open to discussion, come outside. The two of us can discuss it."
"Ahem, ahem... fifty it is. Fifty is plenty, hahaha. Teacher Qin, there's no need to discuss it."
How would Zuo Xiaoduo dare go outside? A sound beating was a certainty if he did.
When it was time to back down, Lord Zuo knew which way the wind was blowing.
Hearing that the price had dropped