Master Long's words seemed to set off a chain reaction. One after another, the masters of the eighth-rank aristocratic families scolded Master Song.
"Master Song, people want face and trees want bark. What face do you have to stay here?"
"Hurry up and get lost! Don't make me do it!"
Looking at the smile on Yang Chen's face, Master Song finally understood that this was all within Yang Chen's expectations.
And these eighth rank aristocratic families that had originally negotiated with the Song family had probably already been instigated by Chen Yang.
"Good! I'm leaving!" Master Song gritted his teeth, waved his sleeves, and left angrily.
Just as Master Song was about to leave, Yang Chen added," All aristocratic families that trade with my Chen family must make an oath."
"During the famine, the great families are not allowed to plunder the food of other families. For this order, the other families must join forces to destroy their families."
