"What's the matter, Old Man?" Li Banfeng said. "Didn't we agree on five stones? We use three to repair the station, and the remaining two are to get rid of Knife Ghost Ridge."
Portable Residence sobbed again. "Those are my stones."
With that statement, how did they become his?
"The stones were picked up. We picked up five and kept three; we've already made a huge profit."
The Old Man, in tears, said, "Those were all originally mine..."
Gloves wriggled out of Li Banfeng's pocket and sighed. "Boss, you don't understand the difficulty here. In our line of work, when something we've acquired is given away, it feels terribly awful."
"I am not of the same trade as you!" Portable Residence wept uncontrollably, yet didn't forget to curse at Gloves in the process.
Li Banfeng took out a scroll and placed it on the ground. "These two stones aren't being given for free; they are to be exchanged for something."
