"Commander Hu, to be frank, there truly was a batch of goods in this warehouse that vanished in the fire that killed my husband."
Faced with Liang Yue's questioning, everyone from the trading company changed expression. Only Madam Zhang remained composed. After answering, she instead posed a question of her own.
Lowering her voice, she said, "Are you sure you want to know what those goods were?"
Hu Tiehan said, "I need to confirm whether they were related to the murder."
"Fine." Madam Zhang nodded, then said, "Let's speak privately."
She pulled Old Hu outside the warehouse and whispered something to him.
The three little ones crowded by the window, secretly watching what was happening outside.
Liang Yue pricked up his ears, but he still could not make out what they were saying.
Chen Ju, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and acted it out from afar. "Commander Hu, this humble woman knows she was wrong. What was lost from the warehouse really was contraband, sob sob sob... Madam Zhang, hehe, you wouldn't want the Imperial Court to learn of this, would you?... Commander Hu, don't do this..."
Pang Chun said in surprise from the side, "Chen Ju, how could you hear them talking? Teach me—I want to hear too."
Chen Ju glanced at him and said, "It's simple. You can do it too. First, gather your inner force in your ears, sink your qi into your dantian, lower your waist in a horse stance, calm your mind and steady your breath, and then start making it up."
Pang Chun had been following his instructions the entire time. At the end, he suddenly froze. "Huh?"
Liang Yue ignored the two of them clowning around and said to himself, "But judging by Commander Hu's expression, it must be something shocking."