Zhang Dabao understood the cue. He straightened his robes, took a deep breath, and led the way.
Despite his composed demeanor along the journey, he still felt a surge of nervousness now that the moment had arrived. A million piculs of grain—worth tens of millions of silver coins at current market prices! If anything went wrong, selling him wouldn't be enough to cover the loss. Even though Chen Yi had said some reassuring words to him earlier, his heart still THUMPED wildly in his chest.
Liu Lang, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed.
Last night, to ensure the transaction went smoothly, he and Zhang Dabao had specifically instructed Lin Zhenghong and the others to bring fewer guards. The excuse was that too many people would attract unwanted attention. In reality, it was just to make it easier for them to hijack this batch of grain.
