Xu Yi watched the two men's retreating backs and sighed inwardly. "Even among the common folk, there are extraordinary talents!"
The two men were none other than the red-haired old man and the burly man in the green robe, who had shouted the loudest in the hall just now.
As it turned out, the two were plants Xu Yi had arranged to steer the mood and conversation in the room.
Xu Yi had gone to great lengths to prepare for this transaction.
He had made inquiries well in advance and learned that the people taking part in this transaction had come from far and wide, and were an extremely diverse group.
That was precisely what gave Xu Yi enough room to plant his men.
He hadn't put much effort into choosing the two. His requirements were simple: they had to be inconspicuous and under his control.
Soon, Bai Rushui had found the candidates: two low-ranking menial workers who were utterly forgettable and usually made a living putting on variety acts at teahouses and theaters.
When Bai Rushui brought the two men, deliberately made up, to Xu Yi the day before, even Xu Yi was taken aback.
There wasn't the slightest trace of menial workers about them, and after exchanging a few words, he found that neither man was the least bit nervous onstage.
That was when Xu Yi settled on this plan.
The two had taken turns stirring up trouble in plain sight while secretly stoking the crowd's enthusiasm, and they had controlled the mood perfectly.
They had laid all the groundwork for Tang Shanhai's final appearance to seal the deal.
"Old Desolate, go invite President Tang over. He should have finished tallying the accounts by now. I believe the final figure will exceed expectations."
Xu Yi gave the order.