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“We’re leaving. These kind of people aren’t worth our brotherhood,” someone said.
“Yes, let’s go,” another replied.
The door of the neighboring private room slammed open and then closed with force.
The servants waiting outside saw their master coming out, all wearing troubled expressions, and they cautiously followed behind, not daring to take a breath.
Alone at his seat, Liang Hui looked at the mess on the table, sighed with a smile, and calmly finished the drink in his cup.
After a moment, he got up and called Feng Si, who was waiting outside, to go to Shen Yu’an’s room next door.
Feng Si had come out with Liang Hui, while Feng San had to stay and watch the grain shop.
As Liang Hui and Feng Si entered, Shen Yu’an showed no surprise, smiling and inviting them to take their seats.
Now, with no outsiders present, Feng Si and the others dispensed with formalities and found their respective seats.
Shen Yu’an propped her chin up with her hand and asked, “How did it go?”
Liang Hui shook his head in resignation and smiled, “Miss Shen, isn’t that a rhetorical question?”
“They didn’t agree. Those few men left in a huff.”
She chuckled, not surprised by this outcome, as she had heard most of their conversation earlier.
Liang Hui grinned and said, “Fortunately, Miss Shen ordered a table full of dishes. Otherwise, we would have gone hungry for lunch today.”
Shen Yu’an smiled without saying anything. The three of them quickly finished their meal and returned to the grain shop.
However, the grain shop owners who returned to their respective homes were not in a good mood.
They had hoped to extract some useful information, but despite their best efforts, Liang Hui remained unyielding. They couldn’t even figure out who was backing him, let alone persuade him to change the grain prices.
The three shop owners returned home and vented their frustrations. The servants and maids in their households dared not speak up, fearing that they might become the targets of their anger.
After their anger had subsided somewhat, their most trusted confidants approached to offer some consolation.
“Send someone down to investigate. I refuse to believe we can’t find any leads on where this auspicious grain shop came from!” one of them exclaimed.
Naturally, the investigation yielded no results. Before the grain shop opened, Fei Yanchen had already instructed his people to conceal any information that could be detrimental to Shen Yu’an.
In the end, all they managed to uncover were some irrelevant details.
The manager of the Fourth Prince’s grain shop couldn’t contain his anger and even threw his teacup in frustration.
He ranted, “You’re all a bunch of useless fools. Even beggars on the street are more useful than you. You can’t even find a single useful piece of information, and you say there’s someone backing them? Did you really think I couldn’t figure that out? Why haven’t you found out who’s behind all of this!”
The people kneeling below him felt deeply troubled. They were just errand boys; how could they possibly gather this kind of information?
Those who couldn’t gather any information were not limited to just one family. When it came to dealing with the auspicious grain shop, the goals of the three grain shops were quite aligned.
In their eyes, the matter involving the auspicious grain shop wasn’t significant enough to report to higher-ups for advice. If they couldn’t handle even such a minor issue, wouldn’t it make them seem utterly useless?
Although Liang Hui had bought off people around them, he hadn’t yet prompted them to take action. Only when their hatred for him reached its peak and those individuals were desperate would they act irrationally.
After a few days had passed, the three shop owners, watching their grain shops with no income for a long time, had wrinkles on their foreheads that could have trapped flies.
Just when they were in the depths of their frustration and hatred, one of the confidants beside Sun, the manager, leaned in and whispered an idea in his ear.
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