"How are we going to get our hands on those 115,000 tael notes that Su Qingyue has?" Su Qin pondered over the amount of money held by Su Qingyue and felt an insatiable desire to pocket it all.
"She won't give it to us willingly," Su Dashui remarked with calculative old eyes, "Qingyue just revealed her handiwork, and we both 'flew away'. It seems her internal strength isn't bad. I've heard she's practiced internal skills. We can't do it openly, so we'll have to find an opportunity to steal it when we get the chance."
"The old man has a plan," Su Qin's face, piled with fat, broke into a smile, "To steal, we must wait for when there's no one in her room. Old man, we are short on cash, so let's ask our son-in-law for some to spend."
"I was thinking the same."
...
Behind the New Moon Restaurant counter, Xiao Yuchuan was rapidly flicking abacus beads as he tallied the accounts.
