Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the clerk instinctively stroked his beard.
"Your eyes may be blind, but you do have some discernment."
"I have plenty to attend to today. Whatever you want, get to the point."
At this response, the corners of Chen Changsheng's mouth rose slightly, and he discreetly slipped a pouch into the clerk's hand.
"Sir, I do have a tiny favor to ask of you."
"I heard several of Zhaojing Prefecture's night watchmen have died. Do you think I qualify to fill one of those positions?"
The clerk hefted the pouch, then gave Chen Changsheng an appraising look.
"A blind man wants to become a night watchman."
"And you spent so much money to bring this request to me. Don't you think that's a little strange?"
Seeing that the clerk had not immediately accepted his bribe, Chen Changsheng naturally understood why.
A night watchman might not earn back the money he had slipped the clerk even in fifty years.
Spending such a large sum just to secure an insignificant position did indeed seem unusual.
"Your eyes are as keen as a blazing torch, sir. Naturally, my little tricks cannot escape you."
"I recently heard that the Imperial Capital has been rather unsettled, so I wanted to see whether I could pick up a chance opportunity."
"Other than members of the Peace Bureau and the Anomaly Suppression Bureau, only the night watchmen on the streets can move freely around the Imperial Capital at night."
"That is why I came specifically to seek your help, sir."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng lifted the strip of cloth covering his face, revealing a pair of ink-black eyes.
Upon seeing Chen Changsheng's eyes, the clerk instantly lowered his guard.
"So you're a cultivator. No wonder you could produce so much money."
"Since you're