Without a building, the building deed was useless.
At this time, a wild laugh was coming from one of the rooms of a large manor in Runan City.
"It was just a building. All that had to be done was to tear it down." A middle-aged man was slapping his generous belly as he laughed loudly. "Let me quote a price, steal the land from me, didn’t even ask who I was."
At this, he thought of something, then turned to look to Hu Gui standing next to him.
"Ey, did you tell her who I was?" he asked.
Hu Gui chuckled awkwardly with him.
"Master Yan, I-I didn’t say anything," he stuttered.
The Yan Family were the noble local tyrants of Runan city. They had the money, the authority. After all, the feudal officials had many things they relied on the country gentlemen’s help for.
