Sun Yixie finished laughing, then turned to Zeng Erbao and asked, "So how much do you think is reasonable?"
Zeng Erbao's eyes darted around as he reexamined Sun Yixie's attire before replying, "No matter what… it should be this amount."
As he spoke, he gestured the number "two" with his fingers.
Zeng Erbao had expected Sun Yixie to naturally ask him "Two taels?" and then, he would arrogantly correct him: "Twenty taels."
Unexpectedly, upon seeing the two fingers, Sun Yixie blurted out, "Two hundred taels?"
Hearing this, Zeng Erbao's leg slipped off the stool he was standing on, and he thumped onto the ground. Thankfully, he steadied himself on the table in time to stand up again: "Hey! Kiddo, what big shot do you think you are? Two hundred taels? Why don't you say two thousand?"
