"Mr. Jiang, can tomorrow work? I wasn't prepared for tonight," Yamamoto Ichiro pleaded.
Jiang Xiaobai laughed and said, "What preparation is needed? Just state your promise, and let's see if it can satisfy everyone."
Yamamoto Ichiro hesitated slightly and said, "Mr. Jiang, the new year is almost upon us. I plan to purchase a hundred thousand in supplies to donate to the villagers as a token of my feelings."
Having said this, Yamamoto Ichiro looked up at Jiang Xiaobai.
"Don't look at me; looking at me is useless. Ask them if they agree! I'm not the one who decides!" Jiang Xiaobai pointed around at the circle of people.
Yamamoto Ichiro looked at the villagers surrounding him; all of them shook their heads. Jiang Xiaobai had already set their goal—nothing less than seven figures would appease them.
"A hundred thousand to appease our ancestors! Little devil, are you treating us like beggars? You're really underestimating us!"