Mister Feng and Mister Tao's thoughts were much the same. If Lei Wanche had not been confident, he would not have sent a letter. He would have ridden here at full gallop, traveling day and night, to discuss this matter with Beitang Shu.
After all, it concerned Beitang Shu and the reputation of Marquis of Beining's Estate in Imperial Capital City. If things went badly, both of them would be in grave trouble.
No amount of care or caution was excessive.
And if Lei Wanche was confident he could completely resolve the hidden dangers of this affair, then for Beitang Shu, it would not be a bad opportunity.
Liu An, Yan Libing, and Shi Jiawen would most likely be bought over and brought aboard the same ship, binding everyone together.
What Beitang Shu had wanted to accomplish before but failed to achieve might instead succeed because of Qiao Nian's death.
That was why it was said that this was both a crisis and an opportunity.
Of course, no matter how wise Mister Feng and Mister Tao were, without the corresponding clues and information, they would never have imagined that Lei Wanche, Liu An, Yan Libing, and Shi Jiawen had all become Meng Zhao's men.
Everything Beitang Shu thought and desired was merely a delusion—visible but untouchable—and it would ultimately turn around and devour him.
What they believed was only what Meng Zhao had made them believe. From the very beginning, they had been like chess pieces on a board, thoroughly understood by Meng Zhao and forced to follow his moves.
"No. Liu An, Qiao Nian, Yan Libing, and Shi Jiawen not only all come from the same lineage of noble and meritorious families in Imperial Capital City, but they are also not on shallow terms with one another. They will