Apricot Blossom Restaurant.
In a private room on the second floor, Wu Ming, Shi Zhenbang, and Fu Jinsong sat down, with eight exquisite dishes spread across the table.
As Eighth-rank Patrol Officers of the Cautious Punishment Division, the three of them were not considered major figures in all of Jingye City. Yet compared to the common folk at the bottom, they already belonged to a class that had to be looked up to. Leaving aside the authority held by the Cautious Punishment Division, their various monthly incomes alone—including salaries and silver offered in tribute by certain factions—added up to over a hundred taels.
That meant an annual income of at least a thousand taels of patterned silver.
With such an income, they could not be called extravagantly wealthy, but they were certainly respectable. In the city, they could wear silk and brocade, visit restaurants and flower streets every day, listen to music in pleasure houses, and live out their lives in great comfort.
"I thought Zhao Hu would be the one to enter Third Blood Forging, but Feng Yong actually got there first. At his age, reaching the Third Blood Forging level puts him among the notable young generation of our Cautious Punishment Division."
After three rounds of wine, Shi Zhenbang brought up Feng Yong with a measure of emotion.
Feng Yong was only twenty-four this year. Reaching Third Blood Forging at that age was already considered fast; he counted as one of the outstanding young talents and would have a chance in the future to challenge Fourth Blood Forging.
Fu Jinsong, his face flushed, drank a cup of wine and counted on his fingers. "Among the younger generation of our Cautious Punishment Division, those who entered Third Blood Forging before turning twenty-five, including Feng Yong, seem to number only