Ji Qinglin had originally planned to wait outside the examination room, but the young doctors and nurses Shen Bixin had taken in kept glancing this way.
With the principle of not getting Bixin Hall's patients killed, Ji Qinglin took the Coal Boss—who had been staring at the young ladies in nurse uniforms—and wandered around the rear courtyard.
The small courtyard behind the clinic was decorated rather elegantly. It was clear Shen Bixin was someone who loved peace and quiet.
Before long, Shen Bixin brought Yu Ye out.
"Don't worry. Your precious disciple is perfectly fine."
Letting out a breath of relief, Ji Qinglin asked, "Bi Xin, has there been any movement around West Chang District lately?"
"What? Here to gather intelligence? I recall you and I don't belong to the same merchant association."
"That's going too far. I was the one who picked this place for you!"
Shen Bixin lit another cigarette and explained,
"On the surface, there hasn't been any movement, but in reality, every family is holding its breath and preparing to profit from the Cultivation Grand Competition."
"They want to profit off the Xin Dong Street Merchant Association, don't they?"
"Isn't that obvious? Bangkok has always been: a bargain not taken is a bargain wasted. Faced with a big fish like the Xin Dong Street Merchant Association, I doubt anyone would be willing to leave the table."
Hearing that, Ji Qinglin was instead relieved.
"Then I'm at ease. Just wait and see—rather than eating the fish, the people at the table might start fighting each other first. Oh, right. Have the Pei family's two 'Masters' made any moves lately?"
Yu Ye asked in confusion, "The Pei family Masters you mean are?"
Shen Bixin explained,
"Pei Ruohai and Pei Ruotao, the president and vice president of the West