Chu Qing was delighted.
One estate after another began construction.
The progress on the Profession Slot surged wildly.
But Chu Qing still found it too slow.
Far too slow.
Over a span of ten thousand miles, how many estates would have to be built?
Though Peach Blossom Dock had many people, repairing so many estates would still take a great deal of time.
He could not afford to wait.
He called Zhao Wuji over. "Go to the Imperial Capital and find people to speed up the construction!"
"Ten thousand miles!"
"At the very least, build estates stretching ten thousand miles!"
Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded.
He had thought Chu Qing would be satisfied with building a few dozen, at most a hundred and eighty estates.
He had never expected him to build so many.
This was simply too much!
"Master Qing, we do not have enough food or resources!"
Chu Qing thought for a moment, then wrote him a note. "Take this note and get the resources!"
Zhao Wuji... huh?
"Where do I get them?"
"From the aristocratic families!"
"Uh... Master Qing, we are in conflict with them. Will they give us anything?"
Chu Qing smiled. "In my eyes, the aristocratic families of the Imperial Capital are already my resource warehouses!"
"Whatever I lack, I ask them for it!"
"Take the note and ask them one family at a time!"
"Those who give you things are easy to deal with. If anyone refuses, come back and tell me."
In the end, Zhao Wuji took the note to the aristocratic families with unease in his heart.
He first went to the weakest aristocratic family, fully prepared to be beaten, humiliated, or even beheaded.
After handing over the note, he waited uneasily outside the gate.
One minute...
Three minutes...
Five minutes...
Crack!
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