"By my reckoning, they should be here by now," the Chamber of Commerce's Steward Liu muttered to himself.
As a steward, he didn't need to stand at the front desk, but today was a special case. He couldn't afford to be careless.
He had a private arrangement with the Four Rogues of Gathering Mystic Island. His cultivation was low, but he had the backing of the Fallen Gold Chamber of Commerce, and he had leverage over the Four Rogues. They wouldn't dare do anything to him, so they were equal partners.
Of course, the Four Rogues also had leverage over him.
According to the plan, the Four Rogues of Gathering Mystic Island would come to the Chamber of Commerce today to store a coffin.
Generally speaking, the Chamber of Commerce didn't offer coffin storage. It wasn't a funeral home, after all. So he'd spent the whole day waiting for the Four Rogues to show up, ready to receive them personally.
"Old Liu, the president's calling everyone at steward rank and above to a brief meeting," another steward called to him.
Steward Liu frowned. He hadn't expected the president to call a meeting at such a critical moment. He'd wanted to refuse, but worried that might give him away. The president hated it when people skipped meetings.
What a pain. I'll resign as soon as I get my hands on the Dragon Clan's supreme treasure.
It seemed he'd have to leave this to a subordinate, but he couldn't openly tell her to accept a coffin. That would be far too brazen; anyone would know something was up.
He turned to a delicate-looking woman and instructed her, "Su Yu, remember this: our Chamber of Commerce's motto is to serve our customers. Whatever they ask for, we do our best to accommodate them.