But the General's Temple was a Taoist temple. Ordinary businesses were hard for it to run, and it had no one who knew the trade.
Back in the day, the General's Temple had controlled the entire Gold Sand mining industry in Lower River. Business had flourished. But now that most of the Gold Sand had been dug up, there was little profit left in it.
These days, Tang Changsheng had been racking his brains over the General's Temple's assets.
The election results in Lower River had finally come in. To no one's surprise, Ling Zheng had won by a landslide and become the local Governor for a five-year term.
Naturally, Ling Zheng was overjoyed by the news and held a banquet to celebrate. As one of his chief supporters, Tang Changsheng was among the most important guests.
When Tang Changsheng arrived at the hotel hosting the banquet, prominent figures had gathered everywhere, amid a rustle of fine clothes and a glitter of jewels. Luxury cars filled the parking lot.
Whatever else could be said about Lower River, it was a region of several million people. With all the notable figures who had returned from elsewhere, the crowd was larger still.
The moment Tang Changsheng reached the hotel entrance, Ling Zheng came out to greet him with a large group. They were all exceedingly warm, stepping forward one by one to shake his hand, bow, and call him "Mr. Tang."
They clustered around him like stars around the moon. It was almost as though Tang Changsheng were the true host!
Tang Changsheng disliked crowds and was not one to steal his host's thunder. "I'm here today to celebrate Mr. Ling Zheng's election victory," he said mildly.
A ringing drum needed no heavy hammer. Everyone present was sharp enough to realize they