After nightfall, Meng Zhao followed Su Dinglun and Su Dingyu. Dressed head to toe in black night gear and carrying weapons, they boarded a carriage driven by a plain-looking man in his thirties.
No one spoke, making Meng Zhao unable to help wondering about the man's identity and the role he played in this operation.
Outside, the carriage rumbled along the cramped streets. Inside, the three sat separately, each holding a sword.
Seeming to notice Meng Zhao's puzzled expression, Su Dinglun explained,
"Don't worry. Old Ma is someone we can trust. His identity is crucial—he works for the County Yamen and is a familiar face. With him here, no one will inspect our carriage, which will minimize the chance of accidents.
"Of course, his share will come from Ah Yu and me. It won't touch your benefits, so don't worry!"
Meng Zhao nodded and asked nothing further. Old Ma was an official, yet he had come to do this kind of cost-free business with Su Dinglun and Su Dingyu. Either greed had gotten the better of him, or circumstances had forced his hand.
Of all the affairs in life, only hardship mattered.
Life was not a smooth voyage. Difficulties were common; what mattered was how one overcame them and crossed the obstacles ahead.
Old Ma had likely run into some trouble. Short of money, he had no choice but to join Su Dinglun and Su Dingyu in their foul partnership.
At the same time, Meng Zhao understood how those chests of gold would be transported. This carriage was the perfect tool for hauling cargo.
Old Ma would presumably use his familiar face to move a large quantity of gold out without anyone noticing.
As long as they were not discovered immediately and cleaned things up properly, there would most likely