In the main hall of the guesthouse, where the good and the bad jumbled together, everyone harbored their own schemes.
When their gazes swept towards Chen Ji, their expressions were sly, scrutinizing, covetous, making it unclear whether they were human or ghostlike figures.
Chen Ji looked at the jug of wine on the table, and had a sudden realization: a Fire Saber wine on the square table meant selling information, while grape wine meant buying information. Merely by arranging the wine jug after entering, others would instantly know your business.
So it turned out that this Dragon Gate Inn was the largest hub for news distribution within Guyuan City, and this five hundred cents for a jug of wine was the inn's commission.
But Chen Ji had originally come to buy information, yet due to some mix-up, had become someone selling information...
