Introductions were in order. The mysterious senior that had helped them would certainly not be happy if their employer remained hidden inside the carriage without coming out to greet him. Knowing this, one of the guards approached the carriage and relayed what had happened to their boss.
Tan Penzhi was as typical as a merchant could get: he bought things for cheap and sold it at a profit. But technically, it would be incorrect to even call him a merchant. He was more like a manager who ensured the smooth operation of the trading infrastructure that his predecessors had created.
Even that was a bit of a generous description of a fat man who merely lazed around while delegating all the work he was supposed to do to his subordinates. His job, most of the days, was to stuff his face and roll around in bed with women he paid for.
