Chen Ji scrutinized Huang Que before him, his expression resolute and his gaze hawk-like.
The scholar examinee dressed in Daoist robe and speaking elegantly at the Qi Family Literary Gathering was gone, replaced by a ruthless Jianghu magnate, the greatest salt smuggler in Southern Zhili.
"Brother Huang, long time no see."
As Chen Ji scrutinized Huang Que, Huang Que also scrutinized Chen Ji. He didn't rush to speak but turned his head vigilantly towards Yuan Xing and the others.
Chen Ji laughed and said, "No worries, we're all on the same side."
Yuan Xing elbowed Jiang Chai beside him: "Did you hear? We're all on the same side."
Jiang Chai rolled his eyes.
Huang Que smiled broadly: "When I heard about the landlord's death, I didn't shed a tear but locked myself in a room, drinking until I was thoroughly drunk. Upon the news that the landlord was still alive, I hurried from Jinling overnight, but in haste, I didn't bring any good wine."
