At the dockside pier in Chengkang Commandery, You Fu had brought two patriarchs of the White House Tribe to welcome him. The moment Luo Chong disembarked with his family, You Fu came forward, bowed, and cupped his hands.
"Chief You Fu greets the Chieftain and the two madams."
"Gu Ji, Patriarch of the White House Tribe (Tian Hong), greets the Chieftain of the Han Tribe!" The two members of the White House Tribe followed suit somewhat awkwardly.
This was the Chieftain of the Han Tribe—a living one at that. In all their years, this was the first time they had ever seen such an incredible figure.
"Mm, at ease. This isn't the place to talk. Now that we're here, shouldn't you, You Fu, show us some hospitality? How are you planning to arrange things for us? And these two—aren't you going to introduce them?" Luo Chong said as he casually made a gesture to help them up.
"Chieftain, allow me to introduce them. This is Gu Ji, Patriarch of the White House Tribe, and this is Tian Hong, Patriarch of the White House Tribe. The White House Tribe has five patriarchs. These two are the youngest, and they're currently responsible for coordinating the tribe's work for us. They're both friends of our Han Tribe." You Fu's introduction carried a double meaning, subtly indicating the two men's attitude toward the Han Tribe.
Luo Chong's lips curled slightly when he heard that. They were both good friends of the Han Tribe? That meant they thought highly of the Han Tribe!
Wouldn't that make things easy? As long as the other side thought the Han Tribe was good, there was no need to worry about failing to win them over.
"Oh, so you're our friends. I heard You Fu mention you long ago.