Hu Tao blankly took down the slip of paper that had landed on her hat and read it. Instantly, she felt her blood surge, the Pyro Vision on her body lit up, and the IOU in her hand burned to ashes.
The onlookers all stopped in their tracks at the sight, unsure what had happened. Paimon bent down, picked up a few slips of paper, and murmured aloud, "Liuli Pavilion bill: Mr. Zhongyuan, Guest Consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, spent 235,600 Mora on XX/XX/XXXX.
Xinyue Kiosk bill: Mr. Zhongyuan, Guest Consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, spent 196,400 Mora on XX/XX/XXXX.
Heyu Teahouse bill: Mr. Zhongyuan, Guest Consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, spent 79,000 Mora on XX/XX/XXXX.
Why are these all Zhongli's bills... Huh? Wait, who's this Zhongyuan? Why is he a Guest Consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor too? Hu Tao, isn't Zhongli your funeral parlor's Guest Consultant? Is someone using Zhongli's name and the funeral parlor's name to run up bills?"
Paimon and Lumine carefully checked all the bills and found that every one bore Zhongyuan's name. The amounts varied, with the largest bill coming to over a million Mora and even the smallest running into the tens of thousands. Added together, all these bills amounted to tens of millions of Mora at the very least.
In response to Paimon's question, Hu Tao gritted her teeth and said, "That's right. This Zhongyuan really is a Guest Consultant at our Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. He's supposedly Zhongli's younger brother. They really are brothers-even the speed at which they run up IOUs is neck and neck."
Receiving these bills left Hu Tao absolutely fuming. What she had feared most had happened after all. She and Zhongli had only been away from Liyue for a little over two months,