"Alright, alright, everyone, no need to be so polite. We're all prominent figures in Yunze County, let's not make things unpleasant over trivial matters. Otherwise, the County Magistrate won't be happy, and neither will Lord Yuan. That wouldn't be good."
Ning Xian seemed to have a smile on his face, being very polite, yet his words were anything but polite.
"Yes, Chief Steward Ning is right."
"Yes, yes, it's all small matters!"
....
In the crowd, some sycophants began to speak up one after another.
But who is Ning Xian?
Primordial Thunder hardly manages things, and this black market is almost entirely under his management. What flattery hasn't he heard?
These words were merely brushed aside with a smile.
He reached out a hand to signal these people to be quiet.
At once,
there was dead silence in the presence.
This is the authority of the black market's Chief Steward; it's not an exaggeration to say his orders are strictly followed.
