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Meng Zhao said this to see whether the boy had the resolve. If he did, Meng Zhao happened to need someone here who was well-informed and could handle matters for him; he could give him a leg up.

If he could not, it was no great matter. There was no shortage of people in this world, and naturally no shortage of talent either. There was no need to insist on having one particular servant boy running errands.

The servant boy was quick-witted. Hearing Meng Zhao's words, he immediately guessed that there was a test hidden within them and fell into an inner struggle.

To be honest, his life was fairly decent at present. Since the age of thirteen, he had worked at this reasonably sized inn. His wages were paid on time, and they rarely docked his pay.

Usually, he could also get a bite or two of the chicken, duck, fish, and other meat the kitchen could not finish, so his mouth did not suffer.

But honestly, that was all there was to it. He could not earn any great sum of money, nor was there any bright future ahead. His life would be mediocre from then on, its end visible at a glance. This was what the servant boy resisted and hated.

He had ambitions and was unwilling to remain an ordinary person like this. Thus, he had been seeking an opportunity to change his fate. Until today, when he felt that perhaps the opportunity was right before his eyes.

It was his first time meeting Meng Zhao. He did not know his background or his character, but he could see the aura within Meng Zhao's bones and bearing, something utterly different from that of an ordinary, mediocre man.

Whether it was the air of a hero or