"As long as I am alive for a day, I will keep him sober for a day." Gu Yun said. "Even if one day he truly loses control, I can handle it. Tens of thousands of the Black Iron Camp soldiers are still guarding the national gate in the Northwest, they will not let him run amok."

Zhong Chan was stunned. For a moment, he felt that he had heard a different meaning in Gu Yun's sentences.

While the two were worrying for nothing behind their backs, Chang Geng and Xu Ling had come to Jiangbei District, Yangzhou City, with twenty guards assigned by Gu Yun. It was difficult for them to dress up as refugees, thus they pretended to be businessmen. They only said that they were in charge of a pawnbroker's branch in Lin An Prefecture under Du Wan Quan, forced to move to Jiangbei due to the war with no job to do.

This time, the trading group had requested that the Emperor build factories along the canal to settle the refugees. Although the court had not yet approved it, it seemed that there was a high chance that it would come through, thus they had sent him north to make a preliminary investigation.

The name of the Lin An pawnshop, the age and identity of the shopkeeper coincidentally matched with Chang Geng. Du Wan Quan's side had already made the proper arrangements, even if people had the heart to check, they would not be able to find any flaws. The story was seamlessly woven, walking pridefully to Yangzhou.

Either way, Du Wan Qian was now the God of Wealth of the whole country, being brought up deliberately by Chang Geng. A paper from the trading group could go directly to the Grand Council, carrying with them the aura of the imperial merchants. They were, of course, much more powerful compared to the local junior officials.

Logically, Du Wan Quan's people and the local government officials must at least meet once, even if in reality, Yang Rong Gui of the Lu family did not get along with Du Wan Quan. He still needed to show respect on the outside, thus he had invited Chang Geng to dinner at Fei Ying Pavilion.

Since the invasion of foreigners, the whole country was in turmoil, the festivities and banquets had been greatly reduced. Up to now, the fallen Qi Yuan Tower had not yet been rebuilt. Xu Ling felt that he had not seen such a place that immersed in wealth like this for a long time. 'Fei Ying Pavilion' was well-known in the local area, it was also being referred to as 'Little Qi Yuan Tower', although it did not possess the same vastness of the Star-Plucking Platform and Yunmeng Grand View, its exquisite luxury was better by a level.