"You still have the nerve to ask me for money when you screwed up such a simple task. To bail you out, I've spent a total of one hundred and fifty yuan!"
Hong Jinbao, who was naturally lazy and sly, barely flinched at Wang Hongcheng's scolding.
"Brother-in-law, although the task wasn't completed, I did work on it. I promised Yanyan and the others five yuan each for their troubles, so there wasn't much left for me."
"If you don't give it to me, then I'll have to tell my sister and ask her for the money."
Wang Hongcheng was so angry that his whiskers quivered.
He wasn't afraid that his wife would hold this over him, but gossip spreads among women, and if Shen Mingzhu, that vile woman, caught wind of it, he wouldn't be able to hear the end of it.
Wang Hongcheng, with a grimace, handed over one hundred yuan to Hong Jinbao and repeatedly ordered him not to mention this to anyone else, before storming off in a rage.