Starting to Mine

Wang Cong sniffed, forcing back his tears, and asked, "She's short of money? Junior Martial Uncle, didn't you go retrieve the treasure at sea?"

Pan Yun said, "You know my luck. Would I dare keep that money? Taken from the people, used for the people. It happened to coincide with windstorms along the southeastern coast, floods south of the Yangtze, and man-made disasters. Aside from some physical goods that were difficult to liquidate, all the treasure we recovered was spent.

"The things that couldn't be liquidated were handed to Senior Brother to deal with too. You know me—most of the time, my pockets are cleaner than my face."

Wang Cong looked toward the three ships by the shore. "Those..."

"Oh, that's newly earned money. The ships are mine; did you think I hauled all these people here for nothing? A little cooperation here, a little cooperation there, and the money added up."

Wang Cong said, "...Junior Martial Uncle, if you promised someone something, you still have to follow through, don't you?"

"I already have," Pan Yun said, spreading her hands. "I brought them here and gave them the opportunity to cooperate. How much meat they can tear from the port and the silver mine next depends on their own abilities."

Only then was Wang Cong certain. His Junior Martial Uncle truly did not care about this seaport or silver mine.

This person really was...

"Junior Martial Uncle, why did you insist on asking the Ouchi clan for the port and the ships back then? Wouldn't it have been better to ask for silver directly? It would have saved us all the trouble of earning it."

She did not want the silver mine, nor was she interested in the port. In the end, she was making a wedding dress for someone