Mr. Gu thought more and more that those sixty taels couldn't be paid, "Yu Daitie, it was indeed wrong of my third son to take the job without your consent, but he saw that the man was in a hurry and you weren't around, so he took it. Now that the person has run off, there's nothing we can do. You're his master, can't you be a little forgiving? Do you really want the third son to compensate for the entire knife? If word gets out, it won't look good on you, right? How about we compensate you for the pig iron?" Mr. Gu straightforwardly proposed the solution, not wanting to haggle with Yu Daitie at all.