Sea Market Master stirred the water, offering another step down.
Wei Lin no longer refused.
Tenfold trade.
A delicate figure both sides could accept.
"Commander Wei, what generosity!"
"Commander Xu, what magnanimity!"
"For our Pingyang, for our Da Shun, let us create new splendor!"
Sui Hongyan formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, put it to her mouth, and blew a piercing whistle, clapping with all her might.
Wei Lin raised his head and looked over.
The applause gradually died down.
Zuo Heng, the commander, kneaded Sui Hongyan's shoulder and burst into laughter.
Twentyfold.
The old bastard had taken the blame.
Without Duke of Liang stepping in, Wei Lin alone definitely could not have secured it.
"Zhong Shi, I'll leave it to you! Don't forget the bathhouses—get them built before the New Year Festival!"
Xu Yuelong slapped down his waist token.
"Where are you going?"
"The wind's tight—run for it!"
Having entrusted the heavy responsibility and handed all affairs to his deputy Ran Zhongshi, Xu Yuelong slung a fishing rod and bait over his back and hurriedly set off by boat.
He swore not to return to shore until his fish basket was full!
Liang Qu swept Wei Lin with his peripheral vision. No joy or anger showed on his face; his gaze was merely fixed tightly on the little boat receding into the distance.
"Forget him. Get to work."
Ran Zhongshi was used to it. He patted Liang Qu's shoulder, dipped his brush in ink, and recorded the goods into storage.
He was not worried about being dragged into it.
The chief and deputy commanders had always targeted only each other, unless some blind fool took the initiative to stick his nose in.
The farce settled down.
Sea Market Master beamed.
The next day.
After waiting five