"I'm sorry, we are not open yet..."
Tanaka Hikari and Morioka Makoto stood up.
Thud!
No sooner had she spoken than a small metal object, tracing a parabola, landed on the bar counter and stood firm.
This clever move drew applause.
Zhu Qing clapped her hands, "You guys really came."
Seven people in total, some with stern faces, others with casual demeanor, sat down around the bar.
Makki, Xiao Hui, Eriina, and Yuchuan Meisha sized up these seven guests with their peculiar styles, quite curious.
Especially when they clearly saw the small object that the leading man had thrown on the table—something that made the women's eyes widen instantly.
"Is that... an ancient silver ingot?"
They exchanged glances.
A silver ingot, roughly twenty taels.
Zhu Qing glanced at the silver ingot and her lips twitched subtly:
"I mean, don't use relics as payment for meals."
"Isn't it enough?"
