The waiter's heart gave a violent leap when he saw the tael of silver on the table.
That silver was worth a full month's wages from his backbreaking work at the restaurant.
Forget helping someone find a man—even if he were told to kneel on the spot and call someone Father, he would not hesitate.
The waiter cautiously glanced to either side, then swiftly scooped the silver into his robe. Leaning closer, he whispered, "Finding him is certainly something I can do, but if you want him to do something for you, you might still need to..."
Chen Ye caught his meaning and cut him off. "Just bring him here. You needn't ask about anything else."
At those words, the waiter's face immediately filled with an eager smile. He nodded repeatedly. "Right away, sir. Please have a seat. I'll go at once!"
With that, the waiter charged out as though injected with chicken blood, seemingly afraid Chen Ye and his companion would vanish in the blink of an eye.
Chen Ye ordered a few small dishes and waited quietly amid the restaurant's clamor.
Before long, he spotted a black-robed clerk striding over from the direction of the Prefectural Office.
The waiter led the way, and the two entered the restaurant one after the other.
Bringing the clerk over to Chen Ye, the waiter said, "This is the uncle I mentioned, the one who works at the Prefectural Office."
Seeing Chen Ye's respectable clothes and the stern-faced guard standing beside him, the clerk guessed he was a scion of some prominent family. Not daring to slight him, he cupped his hands in greeting. "May I ask what you wished to see me about, young master?"
Chen Ye looked up at him. The man was around forty, with a full beard and