Yuan Wansong was just waiting to see Yuchi's joke, and the other samurai of the Demon-slaying Bureau were the same.
They had seen similar things happen before, and what they disliked the most were these merchants.
A bunch of smirking guys, pretending to be loving the people like their own children, then why not take some real action?
You can't just take all the good stuff and then refuse to spend when it's time to pay, can you?
Is there such a good thing in the world?
"I bet he wouldn't spend money for these common people," a samurai whispered.
"Do you even need to bet on that? You sure are boring," another person replied casually.
It's as obvious as the lice on a monk's head.
Yuchi didn't respond immediately.
He thought of a story from his past life.
The story went like this.
A journalist interviewed a man and asked if he had a hundred million, would he be willing to donate it to help those in distress?
The man said he would.
