"Let me take a look. Help arrange the car first."
Making use of this time, Huo Yuanhong gave a slight nod and returned to where they had eaten earlier. Walking farther inside, he saw gift boxes of all sizes piled up there.
The items had already been roughly sorted. Fruits and such, given merely as a formality, were piled in one corner; money and paintings occupied another; medicinal herbs had their own area; and classics and handwritten notes filled yet another corner.
Someone was carefully compiling an inventory when he entered. Upon seeing him, they hurriedly presented an earlier list.
Huo Yuanhong swept his gaze over it.
The one who had sent the most gifts was a nearby Military Governor: two chests of gold, twenty chests of Hundred-Refined Steel, and a great heap of fine silks and satins.
The Li Family had sent much the same—ten thousand Silver Dollars and several luxury residences. The other several dozen martial arts clans had likewise sent piles of money, property deeds, and the like, putting on a full show of courtesy.
Although everyone knew that Dong Haichuan and a group of founding masters would be arriving soon, and it was still uncertain who would call the shots afterward, before they actually reached the Celestial Empire, no one was foolish enough to openly cross him.
Still, these things were useful to them. He himself had no need for them, since food, clothing, housing, and travel were all covered by logistics, but the New Faction behind him could use them. Raising a large group of intelligence agents, spies stationed everywhere, gunmen, and logistics personnel all required enormous sums of money; every month, money poured out like floodwaters released from a dam.
With all this money and these property deeds combined, it should be enough to