Within the silent hall, everyone turned to the middle-aged man as their mouths slowly gaped open in astonishment.
"Four… million?!" After a long while, Cyril finally recovered from his shock, and his voice became as sharp as that of a monkey that had just had its tail trodden on.
He had seen the 1,000,000 copper coins of profit earned by the forge build up on a day to day basis, and he learned for the first time just how arduous this process was, yet it was now being announced that Blue Suede had earned 4,000,000 copper coins during the past month? Wasn't it supposed to be only 1,000,000?
"Surely there must be something wrong! How could that little brat have earned so much?" Denise had already risen to her feet with incredulity etched on her face.
