"My Lord, this time we only traded grain. When will the other batch of goods you mentioned earlier..."
Before he could finish, Zhang Dabao shot him a sideways glance. "Keep your voice down."
Lin Zhenghong froze for a moment. Belatedly noticing the several "people from Poshisu Country" standing nearby, he nodded. "You are right to reprimand me, My Lord."
About fifteen minutes later.
The horse and camel carriages had gone far; only the faint sounds of hooves and rolling wheels echoed from a distance.
Zhang Dabao gestured to Lin Zhenghong. "Take your men and head back first. I have another deal to discuss with our esteemed guests."
Lin Zhenghong hesitated for a moment before nodding. He turned and led the grain store guards toward the Chishui River.
As he walked, he grumbled inwardly, "A mere Wind Patrol Envoy really thinks he's a Commerce House Shopkeeper. To act so inappropriately... how utterly ridiculous."
