After the clamor died down, the young man ended his speech with a cup of strong liquor, then generously told everyone to eat and drink their fill—all expenses on him.
"Your High... uh, Lord Wu, are we still treating them?" After the young man stepped down, You Wenqu sidled over, his heart aching over the expense.
That young man was none other than Wei Wu.
You never knew the price of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you ran a household. Ever since leaving the Imperial Palace, Wei Wu had spent money with a lavish hand. Building all those temples had practically scraped the treasury clean again and again. Before leaving, he had indeed swept away quite a few treasures from the Great Jing Dynasty's treasury, but the problem was...
There was only so much they could carry with them. Besides, wealth should not be flaunted, so some things were difficult to exchange.
Treating them for a few days was no issue, but he had already been footing the bill for half a month. Several hundred people were stuffing themselves senseless at the finest tavern in Beiliang Kingdom, and everything they ate, drank, and packed away was top-grade stuff.
Who could endure that?!
Even squandering money had limits.
After coughing up two treasures a few days ago, You Wenqu felt as though someone had set their sights on him.
Most importantly, he could not understand why Wei Wu was so insistent on gathering these people and heading west.
That hellhole known as the Western Regions was packed with Demonic Creatures and Ghosts by the dozen. They ate people without even spitting out the bones.
Slightly drunk, his cheeks flushed peach-red, Wei Wu raised his cup and smiled. "Mere money is but something outside the body. Once spent, it is spent.