Liang Qu shook his head, tossed out an official silver worth fifty-two taels and four qian, and walked out of the cabin.
"This..."
The Gang Chief caught the ingot and stood there in a daze.
No.
He fiddled with it for half a day, only to say he didn't like it?
He still wanted to help Marquis Xingyi make some adjustments, swap the accounts, and earn a little fortune!
Looking around, the guards at the door glanced over, and the Gang Chief, helplessly, stuffed the ingot into his pocket and hurried out of the cabin.
What can a little person do when big people treat them like Southern Frontier people?
A trip earning a piece of ingot is not a loss!
...
In early May, the fleet going out to sea, with its large scale, boosted Pingyang's economy, setting the place ablaze with the incoming summer weather.
