Chapter 7: The Lost Magnet
The trio gazed at the heap of coins before them, their eyes reflecting the golden glint like three particularly greedy magpies.
"So how do we split it?" Fat Kui asked, rubbing his hands together.
"Three ways, like always, of course," Dan Hu replied, already reaching for a handful.
"No way! I bet my life this time! I nearly died! I should get a bigger share!" Han Yu rejected immediately, snatching the coins away from Dan Hu's grasp.
"We can't do that. That would be unfair," Fat Kui argued. "Besides, you got away safe, didn't you? No harm, no foul."
"No harm!?" Han Yu gawked at him. "I jumped off a tall and steep hill right into the river, tore my sleeve, scraped my knee, and landed on a fish! Do you have any idea how much a slimy fish can stink up clothes? My robes are still reeking!"
Dan Hu scoffed. "Big deal. All we did was act as customers, but don't think we were totally safe either. If they had gotten suspicious, it would have been problematic for us too."
"Yeah! If my dad found out, he'd kill me on the spot! Then I'd come back to haunt you both as a ghost!" Fat Kui declared, his chubby frame trembling at the mere thought.
One could see the sheer, raw terror in his eyes—clearly, his father's wrath was far scarier than any of their schemes.
Han Yu sighed in frustration. "Fine, fine. How do we split it then?"
They stared at the pile of coins. The coins in the kingdom were divided into four types: iron, copper, silver, and gold.