Lin Residence.
The main gates were shut tight, and all was silent.
A head poked out from over the wall, glanced at the Eastern Depot agents outside, and hurriedly ducked back in fright.
Cries of alarm, weeping, and angry curses rang out constantly from the courtyard. Members of the Lin Lineage shouted that they wanted to enter the palace and audience the Emperor, while the servants eyed their masters' gold, silver, antiques, and curios, looking for chances to furtively pocket a piece or two.
Around noon.
The sound of tramping footsteps approached as dozens of black-clad agents arrived at the gates of the Lin Residence.
After a silver-topped eight-man sedan chair came to a stop in the middle, Xiao Yinzi bowed through the curtain. "Godfather, we have arrived at the Lin Residence."
Zhou Yi set down the history book in his hand, lifted the curtain, and looked around.
"Is everything ready?"
"Rest assured, Godfather," Xiao Yinzi said. "The dragon robe, Imperial Jade Seal, swords, spears, sabers, and halberds have all been buried. Once we dig them up, it will be the crime of treason!"
"Foolish."
Zhou Yi said, "His Majesty ordered us to investigate the crime of selling offices. We must handle this properly. Send people to Wan Tong Bank and Rising Sun Company to borrow two million taels of silver and place it in the Lin Residence's rear court."
These two banks were renowned throughout the Great Qian Dynasty. Their banknotes circulated north and south, and their vaults were full of hard silver.
Their backing was naturally formidable as well, but before the Eastern Depot, it was not nearly enough. Once the Superintendent asked to borrow money, whether they had it or not, they had to scrape it together.
Xiao Yinzi asked, "Do we need to pay this silver