Luo San's hometown had nearly a hundred people.
Every one of them was a sturdy man standing over six feet tall. The moment they lined up, a fierce, murderous aura swept over you. At a glance, they were clearly no law-abiding citizens; they had undoubtedly seen blood.
When they saw Shen Tang, confusion and awkwardness flickered in their eyes.
Trusting Luo San, they still bowed in unison and called Shen Tang "my lord." Their voices rang out together with enough force to reach the clouds. Shen Tang watched them for a long time—long enough for Luo San to think she'd noticed something amiss. He lowered his gaze, using the movement to hide the murderous glint in his eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, the lord before him, whose beauty seemed almost heavenly, asked with complete seriousness, "Can all of you read?"
They nodded, then shook their heads.
The man at the front looked a little sheepish. "We can recognize a few characters."
He wasn't being modest. He really knew only a few.
Even Luo San had come up through the rough-and-tumble world.
Shen Tang asked again, "How much do you usually eat?"
Although the question seemed to come out of nowhere, it mattered a great deal to her.
She'd be responsible for feeding them, and that was a cost.
Thinking Shen Tang had been put off by their size, they hurried to explain that they didn't eat much and didn't need anything fancy. They only wanted a place to stay. They were as deferential as could be, afraid they'd miss this chance. If some other unscrupulous employer saw how meekly and carefully these jobseekers were behaving, he'd probably already be thinking up ways to squeeze them dry. But they'd run into Shen Tang, a good boss.
She waved