Dongyang's land flowed with silver and blood.
The night sky over Profound Candle bred schemes and intrigues.
While Qing Lan smiled and hugged Le Yu, chattering away as she rubbed and groped him, more than a dozen men in this luxurious little tavern called Tide Wind Pavilion were weaving a great net beneath the dim lamplight, one that would cover Profound Candle Prefecture.
After hearing their "arrogant" proposal, Qin Leyin's expression did not change in the slightest. Neither surprised nor afraid, he countered, "You should know that I've been very close to Jing Zhengwei lately. You could say I practically count as one of Jing Zhengwei's faction."
"Even with the matter involving Jing Zhengwu, the two of us remain as close as brothers and cooperate sincerely. Whether for public or private reasons, I fully support Jing Zhengwei."
"What makes you think I'll join you instead of leaking your plans to Jing Zhengwei?"
The Fang Family head smiled. "Of course we know that you and Jing Zhengwei are bosom friends, with an unbreakable relationship. That's why we plan to—"
"If this succeeds, your Qin Family will take forty percent of the Jing Family's businesses!"
Qin Leyin glanced at him and shook his head. "You're underestimating me."
"Forty-five percent!"
"When words fail to strike a chord, there's no point saying more." Qin Leyin stood up. "You're also underestimating the Jing Family."
"Fifty percent. That's our bottom line."
Luo Zhen flicked a glass full of wine across to Qin Leyin and said, "With so many merchant guilds cooperating, you can't be the only one eating meat while we drink the soup, can you? This price also takes into account your close cooperation with Jing Zhengwei and the fact that you can betray him with ease."
Qin Leyin walked to the door and pulled