"Don't worry, young master. I, Old Cao, guarantee it'll work!"
In the He Family's lineage hall, He Pingsheng sat in the seat of honor, with Wen Buwan and Qiao Huizhu seated on either side of him.
The other servants and stewards sat opposite them.
Old Cao thumped his chest and made his promise.
He Pingsheng said, "Your guarantee isn't enough. If someone investigates later, our He Family will suffer. I don't want to move again!"
"Exactly!" Qiao Huizhu also looked worried. "Moving is such a hassle, especially now that our household and holdings have grown so large!"
Old Cao said, "Young master, mistress, don't worry. Let me finish!"
"The reason I dare thump my chest and guarantee this is that I have something to back it up. Don't forget, there's a Divine Emperor in the city!"
"Whenever I have some spare time, I like to visit Lord Seventh Auxiliary God. The two of us are on fairly good terms now. Though this old servant's cultivation is a little low, Lord Seventh Auxiliary God is an extraordinary man who doesn't care whether someone's cultivation is high or low!"
"Given our He Family's relationship with him, if we sell our goods in Spring City under Lord Seventh Auxiliary God's name, who would dare come and question us?"
"Whether it's Three-Zhang Grain, Life Hawthorn Seeds, or Kunlun Blood Slaughter Seeds, there won't be any problem!"
"When demand outstrips supply, our production will be the problem!"
He Pingsheng slapped his thigh. "Right... I'd forgotten Lord Seventh Auxiliary God. He's a good man!"
"All right, all right, it's settled, then. From now on, aside from what we need ourselves, all the Life Hawthorn Seeds and Kunlun Blood Slaughter Seeds our He Family produces will be sold in Celestial Pivot City in the Celestial Pivot Divine