Growing increasingly fearful and feeling he could no longer stay in this place, Pang Jun hurriedly stood up, braced himself, and pleaded with Chu Ying:
"Your Highness, according to the price we agreed upon earlier, the mine is worth seventy-five thousand taels. After deducting thirty thousand taels, that leaves forty-five thousand taels. Could you... settle this remaining amount for me right now, so I have something to report when I get back?"
The price of eighty thousand taels had plummeted to forty--five thousand taels in the blink of an eye. It had been nearly cut in half, dropping more than twenty thousand taels below market value.
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