After some back and forth, when Yi Chen walked out of the private room, his pocket was heavier with an additional 2,300 taels of silver notes. Ultimately, Daoist Qingxu still added three hundred taels, and the matter was concluded.
With a smile, Yi Chen pushed aside the curtain, allowing Daoist Qingxu to leave first, while he, with a bulging purse, headed in the direction of the county office.
Chief Zhang, who should now more accurately be called Head Chief Zhang, had already been waiting at the entrance of the office for quite some time.
Guided by his new student, Yi Chen entered a secluded study in the backyard of the county office.
Yi Chen detailed their guesses and decisions to Master Zhou of the county once over.
Instantly, a cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Master Zhou.
