Chen Xi, since the day he issued the order, would appear on the city gate tower of Fenggao in the afternoon, accompanied by his legendary personal guard—Hua Xiong.
"Let's go, Zijian." Chen Xi sighed as he glanced at the caravans passing through the city gate and then turned to Hua Xiong, saying, "I am in need of a guard now, and being nameless has its benefits too."
"My Lord, please." Hua Xiong looked at Chen Xi, puzzled, but without asking anything, he just gestured for Chen Xi to proceed and then followed him down from the city wall.
"Zijian, give me a hundred strings of five zhu coins, and I'll set up an enterprise for you. It's time for you to start a business and establish a family," Chen Xi mused as he walked down the steps, turning to speak to Hua Xiong.
"Oh." Hua Xiong nodded. He had never really thought about owning property; after all, up until now, he had lived a good life simply by relying on his plunder.
