Getting closer and closer, just as Old Wang approached the door preparing to knock, the voices inside made him stop his movement. Peering through the crack of the door...
Inside, the master with the Taoist Boy were both there, sitting on the bed as if they were dividing something.
Old Wang frowned and watched for a long time before he could see clearly: they were dividing money.
"I get nine pieces, you get one, I get nine pieces, I get nine pieces, you get one, I get nine pieces, you get one, I get nine pieces, I get nine pieces, you get one..."
"Master, master, it seems like you're dividing it wrong. I feel like I'm getting less."
"How is that possible? We, master and apprentice, have a clear agreement: a ninety-ten split of the earnings. I am absolutely fair."
"But I still feel like something is off."
"Where could it possibly be off? How could I deceive you?"
"No, no, it's just wrong. Why do you divide nine pieces twice for yourself before you give me one piece?"