Indeed, developing the Qingluo Sea demanded considerable financial investment. With a mix of admiration and gratitude, Wang Shouzhe stood and bowed. "In that case, I owe the Prefectural Governor a debt of gratitude."
"No, no, it is my Prefecture Mansion that benefits from your achievements," replied the governor with a wave of his hand and a chuckle.
All he did was to provide a little help. The whole operation was not his own initiative, and the money earned was almost effortless.
To use Wang Shouzhe's words, it was a clear case of "winning without lifting a finger". Lifted his spirits and endeared Wang Shouzhe to him.
The three were engrossed in their conversation when suddenly a civil officer from the Prefectural Mansion, dressed in middle-age garb, walked in from outside the garden. He respectfully reported, "Prefectural Governor, the Old Ancestor of Zuoqiu Zhenghua, Family Head Guanyu, and the Governor of Qing'an Prefecture, Wu Dinghai, are waiting outside for you."
My, my,
