Zhou Xuennian was different from Madam Lu in this regard; he wanted silver, but he wanted face even more, for that was a piece of the dignity he held as an educated man.
What's laughable was that such dignity of the so-called educated man wasn't supposed to be used this way. If you cared about face, you shouldn't shamelessly rush forward and throw punches, all the while acting as if, because you, Fu Gui, have become rich, it was only proper for you to help me, displaying a sense of supreme entitlement.
Zhou Xuennian's aloof state of mind was exactly that of someone who plays the harlot but also wants to erect a shrine for herself, more disgusting than anyone else.
Madam Lu had no idea about her conceited husband's disgusting thoughts. Looking at the silver in her hand, it didn't take long before she pursed her lips and said, "Ying Mei is really too stingy. They are so wealthy, with such a big estate, and yet they give only this much, as if they're handing out alms to a beggar."
