Almost immediately after receiving news that someone was forcibly slashing prices, he couldn't wait to head out through the West City Gate, rushing all the way along the official road straight toward the Ancient Tea-Horse Road.
He was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very smart; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to climb to the position of Wind Patrol Envoy in the Ji State Trading Company's Pingzheng Hall.
Obviously—they had been set up this time. Although he still didn't know who was orchestrating all this behind the scenes, there was absolutely no way he would just let it go.
"After this, I will definitely send a message to the Trading Company to dispatch experts to thoroughly investigate this matter. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find that bastard!"
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In Lin Village.
Liu Lang, who was in disguise, was up to his neck in work. He was just short of dragging Boss Chen over to give him a piece of his mind.
