"Listening to that is a bit disgusting, isn't it? Making a fortune without a conscience, profiting from the sweat of the weak!"
As Lü Zong toyed with a tea pet in his hand, he gestured towards a bulky man with a square face sitting on the sofa.
"Brother Gong, go take a look, help out this young brother here. As for the money, just a token amount will do. Dammit, I run a restaurant here honestly earning my keep, and this son of a bitch dares to take shortcuts!"
The bulky man seemed somewhat slow, he nodded and looked at Li Qing.
Li Qing quickly took out the money from his pocket, first placing two thousand yuan on the table.
"Lü Zong, what do you think... is this enough?"
Although he had four thousand on him, he was reluctant, so he only took out two thousand.
In Li Qing's original plan, the perfect outcome would have been to settle everything with one thousand yuan.