Two years later, in the main hall of the marketplace at the foot of Crimson Cloud Mountain.
Song Qingyu sat at the head of the hall, holding several invitations and reviewing them one by one. Below, Song Linrui and the others stood to one side, carefully watching the expression on her face.
After a long while, Song Qingyu finally set down the last few invitations and looked up at the crowd.
"Why wasn't an invitation sent to Star Gate? And with so many merchants in the marketplace, did you miss quite a few of them as well?"
"Reporting to Ancestor, word arrived from Wu State some time ago that Star Gate will also be holding a Star Assembly soon.
"If we send them an invitation now and invite them to attend the Trade Convention, would that be somewhat inappropriate? It might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
"As for the merchants in the marketplace, we have already made arrangements for all of them. The few omitted ones have leases that are about to expire, and they have shown no intention of renewing them.
"They will likely move out of the marketplace before the Trade Convention even begins."
Faced with Song Qingyu's two questions, Song Linrui, who stood below, immediately responded and methodically explained the reasons.
Hearing this, Song Qingyu, seated at the head of the hall, considered it for a moment before nodding slightly.
"What you said is not without reason. However, our Crimson Cloud Mountain is not holding this Trade Convention to deliberately target other marketplaces, so there is no need to fear others misunderstanding us.
"An invitation must be sent to Star Gate, and it must be among the first batch sent out.
"As for those merchants who were overlooked, you must make up for that as well.
"Though they may