To the common folk, it was a den of vipers—a place that would bankrupt a family and leave no one behind. But for the powerful and influential, it was merely a place for amusement. They could come and go as they pleased, not only avoiding a mountain of debt but perhaps even walking away with a fortune in gold and silver.
Chen Song rubbed the paper between his fingers and, just as he expected, found a silver note tucked behind the IOU.
The amount on the silver note was not small—a full five hundred taels. If he were a man of little worldly experience, this sum could have easily brought him down.
But Chen Song had seen what his wife and daughter were capable of earning. A mere five hundred taels? His wife and daughter could make that in a year if they put their minds to it.
'Wouldn't it be better to spend honestly earned Silver?'
'If I take this dirty money, I'm afraid I'll never have a peaceful night's sleep for the rest of my life.'
