In the brightly lit Meirui Building, the sound of nine accountants fiddling with abacus beads was deafening.
Outside the threshold of Meirui Building, Huang Que stared blankly at the bustling scene inside, hesitant to step through the door: "Brother, this is..."
Chen Ji took a few steps forward and pulled Huang Que inside: "Brother Huang, did you manage to obtain salt by galloping to Han Gu Salt Field?"
Huang Que hesitated: "Indeed, I did, but..."
He felt an unease, initially thinking he was going to score a big deal, but now with the sound of abacuses ringing in his ears, he feared he might be tricked.
Yet no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out how Chen Ji could be scheming against him. The price of the salt permit was very low, two taels per piece, and they could even get salt with priority, this deal couldn't go wrong in any way.
Chen Ji asked with a smile, "But what?"
