"...Mm... Mhm! Mhm!" Ji Xiaoxiang stared at the little twig and nodded repeatedly, yet he began to sweat even more, "It's just that I... um... owe a lot of credits, can I still ask for it?" Ji Xiaoxiang swallowed, his expression quite conflicted.
"How much is a lot..."
"-1340.5!"
"That's... a bit much," D scratched his head and said, "Let me apply for you first, though. These kinds of treasures aren't in high demand, so it's likely that you can still get one on credit."
As D operated, the staff carefully took away the twig, fearing they might accidentally break it.
D then let out a sigh of relief and continued, "Last, are there any other spoils of war? Eh, it doesn't look like it. The black box is so poor now, everyone just eats and then lines up to clean up..."
As D spoke, his eyes suddenly bulged, and he almost let his little hat fly off as he raised his hands and stared at Li Qingming: "Wait! Wait, wait, wait!!! Slow down! You slow down!!!"