The Sea Master stirred the waters, then handed over the steps.
Wei Lin no longer refused.
Tenfold.
A delicate number acceptable to both parties.
"Prefectural Governor Wei has a vast mind!"
"Prefectural Governor Xu is magnanimous!"
"For our Pingyang, for our Dashun, to create more glory!"
Sui Hongyan formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger, put it to his mouth and blew a piercingly loud whistle, then vigorously clapped his hands.
Wei Lin looked up attentively.
The clapping slowly stopped.
Zuo Hang squeezed Sui Hongyan's shoulder and laughed heartily.
Twentyfold.
Truly a bad old sin.
The Duke of Liang did not exert any effort, and relying solely on Wei Lin, the matter could not proceed.
"Zhong Yi, it's up to you! Don't forget to build the bathhouse, get it repaired before the end of the year."
Xu Yuelong flashed his waist badge.
"Where are you going?"
"The wind's tight, pulling away!"
