"How much money is a lot?" Chen Mo stroked his chin and asked.
"A hundred thousand taels of silver." Hu Mei'Er held up one finger and said.
"Cough cough..." Hearing this, Chen Mo immediately started coughing. Since breaking through to the First Grade Martial Artist, his daily simulation cost was as high as one hundred twenty-eight thousand taels. A hundred thousand taels weren't even enough for one simulation.
Due to the exorbitant cost, he hadn't done a simulation today.
He planned to only simulate when faced with important decisions.
Although Chen Mo currently had a small fortune, he couldn't sustain such expenses.
Hu Mei'Er thought Chen Mo was frightened by the number.
After all, Chen Mo's annual salary was only two thousand taels.
This hundred thousand taels were his salary for fifty years.
But Chen Mo replied with a sentence: "Noble Consort, are you trying to bribe a beggar?"
Seeing his dissatisfaction, Hu Mei'Er frowned and added another hundred thousand taels.
