After hanging up the phone, Jia Tianqi let out a long sigh of relief.
Beside him, Yang Changrong looked at Jia Tianqi with a face full of disdain.
"Old Jia, I never realized you were so scheming."
"Isn't this a clear case of making Zhou Yu go and bring Yunzhou Martial Pavilion under your command?"
"You're treating him as free labor, and you're making it sound so noble!"
Jia Tianqi glared at him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you ever seen anyone give a Heavenly Punishment Order to free labor before?"
"Once this thing is given out, it's not something you can just take back."
Yang Changrong rubbed his nose and nodded.
"That's true."
Jia Tianqi continued.
