"We call each other brothers. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. My dear brother, just take it and use it. Think of it as a small token of my regard..."
After some back and forth, Fan Ju finally accepted the purse and the silver notes, and the two left the restaurant together.
Only after watching Fan Ju stumble into the place where he was staying did Gong Yuanxiu turn and head back.
The attendant beside him finally let a pained expression show on his face. "What a deal for that wretched pauper. My lord, you're too much. Ten taels of silver would have been enough to send him on his way. Why did you have to give him so much at once?"
"You don't understand. What Fan Ju can accomplish is worth far more than two or three hundred taels of silver."
