On his first day in Suzhou and Hangzhou, Fang Zheng had slept in comfortably. But when he got up and opened the door the next day, the first thing he saw was the face of a fair-skinned scholar.
"Who are you?"
Fang Zheng's expression immediately darkened. Every other inn had beautiful female attendants, so what was the meaning of sending him some pretty boy? This lord wasn't into that.
"Greetings."
Upon seeing Fang Zheng, the man hurriedly clasped his hands and bowed.
"I am Shen Wenbin of the Shen Family of Suzhou and Hangzhou. I have come especially to meet you, sir."
"Do we know each other?"
Fang Zheng raised a brow and stared at the man before him. This was no way to strike up a connection. Who was this guy, running over to meet him out of nowhere? Did he know Fang Zheng handled tens of thousands of taels of gold every minute?
"It is like this, sir. I heard that you wished to invite that southern barbarian song-and-dance troupe to perform in Chang'an?"
"That's right. I do have that intention."
At this point, Fang Zheng had mostly guessed the man's identity. Sure enough, Young Master Shen Wenbin soon bowed to him again.
"To be honest, that southern barbarian song-and-dance troupe was specially invited by me to perform for my father's eightieth birthday celebration. If you are interested in the troupe, sir, why not attend the birthday banquet? To celebrate the occasion, they have even arranged entirely new songs and dances. They are well worth seeing."
"Oh?"
As he watched the other man respectfully present an invitation, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Of course, he understood why this Shen Wenbin had come to curry favor with him. Although Fang Zheng was traveling incognito, he had booked his hotel