Lin Zhenghong was startled at first, then his brows knitted tightly together.
"Give me the details."
"It was like this..."
After the grain merchant's manager, dressed in a blue long robe, finished speaking, Lin Zhenghong's frown eased somewhat. Still dissatisfied, he said:
"Can the words of a few beggars be trusted?"
"Hmph. I think someone saw grain prices soaring and deliberately stirred up trouble."
The grain merchant's manager hesitated for a moment. "Master, if this is true..."
Lin Zhenghong raised a hand to cut him off. "So what if it is?"
"But..."
"No more buts. Tell me, what price did we set for the grain we hauled over from Jizhou this time?"
Understanding at once, the grain merchant's manager said bitterly, "Less than one tael per shi of fine grain."
Lin Zhenghong snorted at that. "Then what are you panicking for?"
"Even if Lü Jiunan really isn't dead, all it does is remove the concern of bandits from the Poshushuo Kingdom coming to raid us."
"Don't forget, that Barbarian Tribe heir apparent who fled to Shuzhou still hasn't been found."
As he spoke, he picked up his teacup and took a sip. His expression relaxed, and he said leisurely:
"Even if the worst truly happens, my Lin Family Grain Merchant will still profit from this deal. The only question is whether we profit more or less."
The grain merchant's manager watched his manner, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
After a moment of silence, he said softly, "If your father knew what you had become, he would probably leap out of his coffin in rage."
Lin Zhenghong froze and stared at him in astonishment.
As though he were seeing him for the first time.
"You... how dare you!"
Lin Zhenghong slammed down his teacup. Tea and leaves spilled across the