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Su Han listened with confusion, wondering how this could be discerned. Could it be that this Runner was also someone skilled in reading others?
Zhou Meng chuckled, "In some places in Tiandu, there are certain customs. This line of work is dangerous, so wives often embroider a sachet for their husbands to wear. Inside, they place a lock of their hair and embroider their names on the outside. In times of peril, the sachet can ward off disaster and ensure safety."
Su Han suddenly understood.
Just then, they arrived at the hot spring, and the two of them stripped down completely and immersed themselves in the bath. The sensation was incredibly soothing. The irritation from earlier had vanished without a trace.
"Captain Su," Zhou Meng said, relaxing in the water with his eyes closed, "don’t take that incident to heart. Xu Deshan is just like that. Unless Lord Chu is personally present, he wouldn’t even glance at us little dark guards."
Unable to hold back, Su Han asked, "Lao Zhou, what kind of business does the Ruixiang Trading Company actually engage in?"
"What business? On the surface, they deal in grains and oils, but in reality..." Zhou Meng lowered his voice. "Gambling houses, brothels—nothing is off-limits. The most profitable is smuggling. This guy has dealings with many foreign trading companies and makes a fortune every year. Whatever is profitable—spices, silk, porcelain, medicinal herbs, exotic goods—he smuggles it all.
And that’s not all. Do you know what else Xu Deshan smuggles? Weapons! Smuggling weapons isn’t something just anyone can do. That’s why he spends a lot of silver to curry favor with various influential figures—those from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works.
Oh, and let me tell you something in private; don’t spread it around. Once I was drinking with Old Zhao, and he told me that Lord Chu has had his eye on this fat piece of meat for a long time and has always wanted to get involved but hasn’t found an opportunity yet."
A thought suddenly flashed through Su Han's mind.
Previously, when he presented Chu Feng with a generous gift, Chu Feng didn’t even glance at it before returning it to him.
Chu Feng himself wasn’t greedy for wealth; however, if the Royal Confidential Office wanted to grow rapidly, its financial needs would undoubtedly be enormous.
The Tax Protection Camp established by Master Chen from the Ministry of Revenue was well-equipped and not inferior to the elite troops of the court. What was it reliant on? Money!
With money, one could move mountains.
Whoever controlled substantial funds would seize the initiative!
The smuggling trade had astonishing profits; there was no way Chu Feng wouldn’t be tempted.
Su Han’s mind was made up: "Lao Zhou, can you find out Xu Deshan's recent smuggling schedule and routes?"
"That’s no problem." Zhou Meng suddenly reacted. "Captain Su, what are you planning? You need to think this through; if you intend to interfere with Xu Deshan's goods, it would completely sever ties with him. We’re just small dark guards; it’s not worth offending him over a little loss."
"Who said I want to interfere with his goods?" Su Han replied calmly. "I just want to get closer to Boss Xu; who knows? We might even become friends. Lao Zhou, stop soaking; hurry up and wash up to handle this matter. I’ll wait for you here in the bathhouse."
Zhou Meng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. What was this man really thinking?
"Come on, hurry up," Su Han urged him to get up.
"Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going. Who told you to be the captain?" Zhou Meng mumbled as he climbed out of the bath.
"Someone, bring this esteemed guest a back scrub, and pour another pot of San Chun wine, along with a bowl of Dragon Beard Noodles."
Once Zhou Meng left, Su Han comfortably sank his entire body into the water. It felt delightful; he was truly enjoying himself.
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