How could there be new loan sharks?
That question went back to the day before.
Cui Zhi's cousin was a decisive woman. It had only been a day since Shen Tang had someone deliver the portraits, and she had already responded.
She'd taken a fancy to three of them. Two were in the army, and the other was in Fengluo. Shen Tang glanced at the list. "Your cousin has a good eye. All three are excellent—among the best of the best."
Cui Zhi seemed to have decided to throw caution to the wind.
He smiled frankly and asked whether the three men were married.
The information wasn't updated in real time. They might have already been snatched up as sons-in-law in the meantime. If they were still unmarried, a meeting could be arranged. To be honest, Cui Zhi was tempted, too. The three were either from minor clans or had no parents, so with some discussion, they might even agree to marry into the woman's family. Cui Zhi's retirement was all but certain. Once he stepped down, some old scores from the past could finally be buried for good, and the Cui brothers, Xiong and Mi, could formally take power.
Cui Zhi believed in his sons, but he still wanted to pave a smooth road for them.
At the very least, he didn't want them to stumble too much along the way.
The Cui clan had made too many enemies and urgently needed to win over new allies.
Arranging a marriage where the husband joined the wife's family was one perfectly reasonable way to do that.
"Other than the one staying in Fengluo, the other two are still unmarried."
He'd remained in Fengluo because his elderly mother had suddenly fallen gravely ill. He'd been raised by his widowed mother, and