The Central Hall of the Prefectural Yamen.
Huang Wei answered Ren Ye's question with nothing but a look that said, "Are you an animal?" Then, as though a new possibility had occurred to him, he said succinctly, "...Fine. I'll ask later."
In the main seat, Ren Ye propped his cheek on his right hand, looking deeply troubled.
He had thought his savings of 285,000 Star Source, plus Brother Huang's investment, would barely be enough to get Qingliang Prefecture running again. But by this calculation, it was not even half of what they needed.
Other Players mined inside Star Gates, earned Star Source, and used it to power themselves up. But him? Not only did he have to invest in his Star Gate, he might even have to go into debt.
What a headache...
In the secondary seat, Old Taoist Xu slowly turned to Ren Ye and said softly, "It's getting late. I should be leaving."
Ren Ye came back to his senses and immediately tried to persuade him to stay. "Uncle Xu, must you go? Everything in Qingliang Prefecture needs rebuilding, and its prospects are excellent. If you stayed...!"
"All feasts must end." Old Taoist Xu smiled and shook his head. "Your arrival means it's time for me to leave."
Ren Ye truly wanted to keep the old man here. For one thing, he knew Qingliang Prefecture well. If he was willing to "take office," he would undoubtedly be a tremendous help. For another, Old Taoist Xu's current stage should be quite high, and having an "expert" like him stationed in the Prefecture City would make everyone feel much safer.
Unfortunately, he had been born and raised here, and had previously been one with Qingliang Prefecture. Apart from occasional trips to the Real World to unwind, he had never left.