Bei Ya was so excited his whole body trembled.
That damned fat bastard Gram had already been sent to the Security Office detention center. There, professional interrogators would teach Gram everything he ought to learn. For example, how to confess—and how to confess according to Bei Ya's wishes. In any case, the charge of bribing assassins to murder his own father was firmly nailed to Gram's head.
Copper Hats well versed in finance inspected the Golden Ship Dye Shop's warehouse. The mountains of precious dyes piled within were worth a fortune. At their places of origin, these dyes were each valued in the hundreds of thousands of gold coins; but on the Western Continent, a place just recovering from the wounds of war, where social wealth had greatly increased and extravagance was increasingly in fashion, their prices could rise by at least fiftyfold!
Even if he sold the dyes in the shop for merely half their market value, Bei Ya would still rake in at least ten million gold coins. And there was also this three-bay shop on Golden Leaf Street, together with the courtyard behind it. That was no small sum either.
Bei Ya grinned so broadly his mouth would not close. Marshal Beian held a lofty position and commanded great military power, but the Beian Family had been soldiers for generations and truly lacked talent in matters of commerce. Thus, despite holding a duke's title and possessing fiefs spanning half a province, Marshal Beian's family could only be considered well-off, nowhere near fabulously wealthy.
Even when he wanted to give his little lover a necklace of natural pearls, Bei Ya had to calculate every coin carefully. If this windfall of over ten million gold coins came in, he would be set for life. He had recently hooked up