Chen Ji instructed Yuan Xi to once again inventory the cargo on each ship, for the amount of fine silver must be exact—neither too much nor too little.
Several ship owners were squatting on the deck, waiting eagerly. When tired from squatting, they would kneel for a while, and then continue squatting.
Chen Yu stood at the edge of the ship, lowering his head, musing quietly to himself: "I finally know where that feeling of déjà vu comes from."
When he analyzed things with logic and experience, someone suddenly broke out of all the norms and forged a path unexpected by everyone.
The salt permit trade was like this, dodging the maritime prohibition and substituting fine silver for customs duties was the same.
