"Not much? How much is that?" Huang Xiao continued asking.
Gu Haiying and the other two were deeply frustrated. They were riding a tiger now and could not get off.
Reporting the actual amount was out of the question, but if they understated it, then once Jin Hu was captured, the Sect Master might give them only that amount. Wouldn't they suffer a tremendous loss?
"Hmm? The Deputy Sect Master asked you a question. Why aren't you answering?" Huo Lian said coldly.
The three were startled, and Gu Haiying hurriedly said, "What little I have amounts to this."
As he spoke, he held up three fingers.
"Three thousand taels?" Huang Xiao said with great feeling when he saw this. "That really is quite a sum. We only have a little over three thousand ourselves. We must recover that money."
"N-no, not three thousand..." Gu Haiying hurriedly said upon hearing Huang Xiao's words.
"Not three thousand?" Huang Xiao's eyes widened. "Three hundred taels? It seems everyone misjudged you. You really were a conscientious Sect Master, living in such modest circumstances."
Gu Haiying wanted to die.
He had intended to say thirty thousand.
His actual assets amounted to at least five hundred thousand taels, but the most he dared report now was probably thirty thousand.
He had thought that figure was fairly appropriate.
But who could have imagined Huang Xiao would immediately say three thousand taels? He did not know whether Huang Xiao was doing it deliberately or genuinely did not know.
"Not three hundred taels. Three thousand three hundred," Gu Haiying said, steeling himself.
He no longer dared mention thirty thousand now. Whether Huang Xiao meant to or not, those three thousand taels had set the tone for him.
Gu Haiying did not dare defy them now.
"Three thousand three hundred