Many people in the teahouse gathered around, wanting to get a clearer look. They saw a man wave a card in the air before tucking it back into his robes.
"I say, brother, at least let us get a good look. Can you really get this card from the Ministry of Revenue?" Several young noblemen pushed past the people blocking their way and asked urgently.
"Of course! Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just take a stroll over to the Ministry of Revenue. There might already be a line forming."
Someone was still skeptical. "That's impossible. What news in Shangjing could escape us brothers? If there were such a thing, we would have gone long ago." One of the young noblemen narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced.
