Wang Sheng's hands trembled as he fumbled in his coin purse and pulled out a large silver ingot—far more than he usually spent on bribes for his business. He offered it over, forcing an ugly, fawning smile onto his face.
"Sirs, my good sirs, please don't report this to the authorities! It's just a small matter, no need to trouble the officials, right? Let's settle this privately, how about it?"
When Zhang San and Li saw the silver, however, they turned their heads away.
"What?!" Zhang San's voice rose. "You're trying to shut us up with money?! You're obstructing us from reporting a crime! You have a guilty conscience! So it *was* you! Come on! Let's go down to the magistrate's office and have a chat!"
Wang Sheng: "..."
'My ancestors! I have a guilty conscience because I *do* have a guilty conscience! But it's not the same guilty conscience you think it is!'
