Feng Jun returned to Yang City on the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month. He had stayed in Duzhou for a full twenty-two days.
The transaction had already been completed. He had paid in gold on the spot in exchange for explosives.
Because he did not have enough gold on hand, he had deliberately spent a few days in the Phone Plane, using five Wutai generators as collateral to borrow a thousand taels of gold from the Tian Family. He had agreed to repay it once the Heir of Duke Yongyi's ten thousand taels of gold arrived.
Probably because he had stayed in Duzhou for so long and accumulated a certain amount of goodwill, nothing unexpected happened during the entire transaction. When the shipowner woke up one morning and discovered that several hundred tons of cargo had vanished from the ship, he did not react strangely either.
Feng Jun's explanation was no different from lying to the man's face. He told the shipowner, "I threw all the cargo into the sea."
The shipowner naturally did not believe him. Setting everything else aside, several hundred tons of cargo had been tossed into the sea overnight—did he have that much strength?
But... what did that have to do with him?
The important thing was that with no cargo aboard, the shipowner's risk was reduced to the minimum. To be honest, he would have been delighted if Feng Jun had truly thrown the goods into the sea.
During those twenty-two days, Zhang Caixin had made a trip to Duzhou. Duzhou was not actually that far from Yang City, less than a thousand kilometers away. It only took seven or eight hours by highway, or even six if one was not afraid of getting caught speeding.
Feng Jun had not met her. He