Fan Xian did not know what was happening internally in the Ming family. For him, the they were a rock. He had put pressure on it, but, for now, he couldn't crush it. He had patience. Fishing could not be rushed.
He was at the Suzhou branch of the Baoyue Brothel. The business was going well. The girls were were all busy welcoming guests. Few people noticed the male owner and female shopkeeper respectfully escorting a figure quietly to the top floor.
Pushing open the window to gaze out, he saw many workers in the back beside the small lake, digging in the mud. The money and labor required to expand the lake was not a small sum. He couldn't resist sighing and asked, "It is necessary?"
