"Sir, you're back."
Back in the familiar Capital City, Lin Lang entered the Commander of the Jinyiwei Office. After a moment of surprise, everyone hurried to greet him.
Commanders of other guard units would have loved to stay in their offices every day, enjoying their leisure without letting it interfere with their promotions and fortunes.
Their Commander of the Jinyiwei was different. Not only did he frequently inspect the various Thousand-household Offices under him, he even personally visited neighboring countries to gather intelligence on the Jianghu. No wonder the Jinyiwei's standing had risen with the tide, until even the Eastern and Western Depots dared not come and throw their weight around.
Lin Lang nodded at them all with a smile and entered his office.
Wang Wu and Jia Liu both hurried in.
"Sir, you're back. Why didn't you notify us to come and meet you?"
Wang Wu produced some tea and pastries as if by magic, while Jia Liu held a pot of freshly brewed Maojian tea.
"Are there any estates to confiscate this time?"
Lin Lang glanced at Wang Wu. "All you think about is confiscating estates. When you have time, take the brothers in the guard units through more martial arts practice and improve their strength."
Only two major sects remained in Great Ming's Jianghu. Where would any opportunities to confiscate estates come from?
Even if Northern Shaolin or the Wudang Sect were destroyed, it would hardly be Wang Wu's turn to make a fortune confiscating their property.
Wang Wu gave an awkward smile. "My hands were just itching."
Without estates to confiscate, wouldn't all those skills he had practiced so diligently go to waste?
Now, he only had to enter a courtyard to know where money was most likely hidden.
Lin Lang looked at Jia Liu. "What