C107 Seek Relief

The door to the bag was pushed open again. One of Tiger's brothers came in with a stack of papers and said, "Young Master Tang, they're all done writing. They're arguing about having a meal."

I said, "Ask them to pay a hundred dollars each, and then send them each a box of food with leftovers from the kitchen. This bunch of bastards, they can't even hold on for a single round of hunger