Four thousand, that's what he said.

“I'm— I'm sorry, taking the what?” Sizhui's smiling anyway, lifting a hand and cupping it around his mouth to muffle his laughter. He's never heard such a thing, let alone with blatant vulgarity, but perhaps it's something different for Dennis in his world?

(Something tells him it isn't, though better safe than sorry, right?) Before Sizhui forgets, he nods then continues, “And yes, I remember them all.”