When it came to this matter, Guoguo felt sad.
Chu Ping said that Feng Fuce's old vase was worth five hundred taels of silver.
Even if he worked as a servant with a monthly salary of one tael, he would need to work five hundred months, which is forty-one years and eight months!
Guoguo initially didn't agree.
But since he really couldn't afford to pay, he had to stay and do odd jobs.
After Guoguo left.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her round eyes: "Brother Ce, do you really have a Warring States vase?"
Feng Fuce let out a barely audible chuckle.
"No, I lied to him. Even if he leaves the Xiuluo Guard, he has nowhere to go. It's better to give him a way out, let him stay, and keep you entertained when you're bored."
Bai Zhi'er opened her little mouth wide: "Brother Ce, you are so bad!"
If Guoguo knew, he would definitely be furious!
Feng Fuce looked at her meaningfully and said, "It's okay as long as I'm not bad to you."
Bai Zhi'er listened, silently blinking her long lashes twice.
