“Y… yes… noble… sir…” Drenched with sweat, the fatty stammered a painful reply. “These… are… not… our operations… but the Inspectorate’s… operations. The Inspectorate… has a mine… and we’re… just errand boys…0

“We are paid… only two thousand coins… for every person… we get… We only target… foreigners… and don’t dare touch… locals…0

“Don’t kill us… noble sir… We just work for others… You are a noble one and know… what the Inspectorate does… There is no need to cause an investigation… for two worms such as us…”3

“The Inspectorate has a mine?” Li Hao frowned. “So they have a mine. They can just hire people, why are they taking people off the streets?”0

The fatty refused to respond, whereas Accountant Zhang quickly replied, “What we do cuts down on costs and increases profit margins… How much of a fee do they need to pay for one hundred people? Just two hundred thousand coins! But if these people are all hired employees, they would require monthly salaries of three to five thousand coins. That would be nearly five hundred thousand coins a month… and one hundred people are hardly enough for the mines.2

“The mines require...2