Taoist Liu was at a loss for words; on any other day, he would have already slapped the person in front of him to death.
But today had been full of ups and downs, and after being toyed with several times by that overly ambitious City Gate Officer, his mood was quite stable now.
"I'm not lying to you, I truly am the Magistrate of Bianjing. How about this: I will help your family leave the city, and in exchange, I'll give you a thousand gold pieces, if you give me this yellow ox."
Zhang Ze looked tempted but still feigned hesitation, saying, "Really? You really have that much money?"
"I do, look at this." Taoist Liu pulled out a glassy sphere from his coat, a treasure worth a thousand gold pieces to anyone who knew its value.
"What is this thing? I want gold, not this ball." Zhang Ze shook his head with a look of ignorance.
Taoist Liu, "..."
