"Yurij guffawed in a loud, self-deprecating way. ""Steffan, c'mon, don't be like this!"""

"After saying that, Yurij took a step forward, approached Steffan, and spoke with a bitter expression."

"Steffan, you know that the current economy is not doing well. Our company in Capital City is mainly focused on literary and artistic products. Not many people are interested in them these days. Plus, the government has imposed heavy taxes on corporations. After Master Yintern passed away, our regular patrons don't visit us anymore. Our family is basically going broke soon, and it won't be an understatement to say that it would be a terrible sight."

Yurij complained about his hardships....