Er Laizi shifted the toothpick in his mouth. "The owner?"
"I'm the real owner! This building will be mine sooner or later, so the rent can only be paid to me!"
Gu Fei's expression turned cold. "I saw the owner's deed before I signed the lease. If you want the rent, fine. Show me the deed to this building."
Er Laizi scoffed. "A deed? I don't have one. But everyone knows this place is mine."
"This rent money... when I say I want it, I get it. You'll pay whether you want to or not."
"Otherwise, you can forget about keeping this shop open!"
'If this Er Laizi were as sensible as the Eight Immortals Association and asked for a small monthly sum of silver, I would have just paid it,' Gu Fei fumed inwardly. 'I'd consider it following local customs—a small price to avoid trouble.'
But this Er Laizi opened his mouth and demanded thirty silver a month. She didn't even know if she could earn thirty silver in a month yet!
