"Then why didn't you seek us out for trade before?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
The Gorchin Clan had been destroyed six years ago, yet Snow Spirit Palace had only come knocking now. Clearly, there was something unreasonable about it.
"Er, actually, we did seek out the regional commander of Chongshan Town before, but he refused us!"
Xue Zhongjin seemed very honest, without the slightest intention of hiding anything.
"Why?"
"I don't know!" Xue Zhongjin looked at Yang Zhengshan, his eyes filled with sincerity.
Yang Zhengshan thought about it and could roughly guess why.
Back then, Ji Feiyu had probably been busy gathering the military authority of Chongshan Town into his hands and simply had no mind to do business with some Snow Spirit Palace.
Or perhaps he simply hadn't looked favorably upon Snow Spirit Palace's little bit of business. After all, at the time, he had held the money road of trade with the Wuliang Hu Tribe in his hands.
Compared with the Wuliang Hu Tribe, Snow Spirit Palace's bit of business truly didn't amount to much.
Ji Feiyu had looked down on it, but Yang Zhengshan could take a fancy to it.
No matter how small a mosquito's leg was, it was still meat.
Even if they could only earn a few thousand taels of silver a year, that was still no small sum of silver.
Hundreds of thousands of taels, millions of taels—all of that was made up of many sums of a few thousand taels.
And this matter did not require Yang Zhengshan to handle it himself. It did not even require Yang Mingzhi to handle it. It would be enough to have Yang Mingzhi arrange a few clerks to take charge of it.
"I don't mind doing business with you. As long as you hold a peaceful