Looking at the thick stack of documents in his hands, Wang Xuan revealed a satisfied smile.
He tapped the documents in his hand, then casually drew out a sheet. It clearly described the Liu Family, one of the three great clans of Julujun. Their ancestral home was in Ren County, Julujun, and sixty percent of the land in the three counties south of Mainland Marsh belonged to the Liu Family. All of it was prime paddy land, and the family wielded tremendous influence over Julujun as a whole.
The family head, Liu Ren, appeared modest and respectful, but was actually a Smiling Tiger—cold-hearted, ruthless, and skilled at schemes and trickery. He liked to hide behind the scenes and strike from the shadows.
The plan to cooperate actively with the government in the previous operation while using indirect tactics had been his idea. The method of quietly raising prices to force the government to bow its head this time had also been his idea.
There was no need to wonder why the intelligence in Wang Xuan's hands was so detailed. In truth, the great clans were not of one mind. Or rather, there was no force in this world that was truly of one mind.
As the great man had said, outside the party, there were parties—imperial thinking; inside the party, there were factions—strange and varied.
Before anything happened, they would avoid selling too much information for the sake of their collective interests. But once matters became settled, there would naturally be opportunists scrambling to sell information at his door.
Of course, Wang Xuan did not look down on them for that. He considered himself a broad-minded man. These people were merely trying to survive in the cracks, so there was no need to give them dirty looks. Besides, he rather