Ning Dongsheng temporarily backed down, and Lan Buqi's expression turned ugly.
He had not expected Ning Dongsheng to be so useless, to be forced back by Yang Zhengshan so quickly.
Still less had he expected Yang Zhengshan to be so forceful, to give Ning Dongsheng not the slightest face.
This did not match his plan. He had originally intended to invite Ning Dongsheng to step forward, let Yang Zhengshan know the Lan Family's trump cards and influence, make Yang Zhengshan have some scruples, and then ask Yang Zhengshan to sit down properly and talk!
Backing down was fine. Giving up some benefits was fine too. But he did not want Yang Zhengshan to look down on the Lan Family, and he did not want Yang Zhengshan to ride on the Lan Family's head.
His ideal outcome was to get along with Yang Zhengshan on equal footing and in harmony; best of all, to make both sides into partners.
Before this, he had been very confident in such an outcome, but now he was somewhat worried.
Watching the carriage withdraw, Yang Zhengshan once again set his gaze on the group of officials before him.
The feeling these officials gave Yang Zhengshan was one of dead, twilight stagnation.
Each of them lowered their brows and obeyed meekly, without the slightest vitality. They seemed to have lost hope, seemed to have sunk completely, without the slightest fighting spirit or ambition.
Yang Zhengshan had long expected this.
The post of Commander of Tenglong Guard had already been vacant for more than ten years, and these officials of Tenglong Guard had also stayed here for more than ten years.
Among them, the oldest was already past sixty, and the youngest was close to fifty.
It could be said that they were now in a state