Sun Dahai eyed the two, saying, "The total value of these medicinal ingredients is 565.3 billion. I can round it down for you."
"Knocking off 65.3 billion just like that? Elder Sun, you're really generous! Thank you," Fatty was overjoyed.
"It's Master Fatty! Saying thank you is too polite," Sun Dahai waved his hand and chuckled.
But before he could finish, his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly said, "Brother, the amount I meant to round off was 0.3 billion, not 65.3 billion! Don't misunderstand!"
"0.3 billion?" Fatty paused, his face instantly darkening. "Old man Sun, you're going back on your word?"
"When did I agree to that?"
"I said I'd round off the odd amount for you, and isn't that odd amount 0.3 billion?"
"You misunderstood me," Sun Dahai said anxiously.
"The 'odd amount' could be 5.3 billion, or it could even be 65.3 billion," Fatty argued. "You're the one who wasn't clear, and now you want to go back on it?"
