The shopkeeper rushed forward, jokingly taking out a bunch of silver coins and stuffing them into the leading runner's hands.
"Master, it's not that I don't want to pay, but thirty taels of silver for this month is too much. My shop is small and the profit is thin. I really can't afford it!"
Alexander Zhu glanced sideways.
Although the tea stall had good business, they only charged one cent for a bowl of tea, and at the end of the day, the total income was no more than a few thousand cents.
The price of goods at that time was about one thousand wen per tael of silver.
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