From what Chen Yong knew, Xie Guan had not had an easy time in the Xie Clan. It was obvious from his clothes alone—the fabric he wore was far from expensive. Four million taels were probably something he had never even seen before.
But!
The look in Xie Guan's eyes just now had seemed utterly unconcerned.
A thousand gold pieces were not worth treasuring!
After Chen Yong accepted Xie Guan's gold and silver, an inexplicable sense of loss rose in his heart. Had he made the right choice this time?
Though he had intended only to support Chen Mu in protecting Xie Guan, before Second Prince Chen Feng and Prince of Yan, he had ultimately chosen silence.
Chen Yong's cautious nature, forged over many years, told him that Xie Guan was not worth provoking his two imperial brothers over at this moment.
By saying this, Xie Guan was using four hundred taels to repay the favor he owed him.
Neither owed the other anything!
Chen Yong collected himself and weighed the box containing the banknotes. "Young Master Guan, you truly are an interesting man."
"You pass around such gold and silver only to give it away."
He then looked at Chen Mu with a smile. "Thirteenth Brother, the racetrack on Fish-Dragon Street is yours now."
The ugly look on Chen Mu's face finally gave way to a trace of delight.
With the racetrack, the precious horses within his residence would have somewhere to stay.
"Eleventh Brother, when I hold horse races at my residence, I will certainly invite you as a guest."
Chen Yong merely smiled.
It seemed to be a transaction where both sides profited. Chen Mu gained the racetrack, while he gained four hundred taels in gold and silver.
In truth, he had still made a profit from