Chapter 1043: Your Old Friend Has News

Commandant Wu's heart jumped, but his face was full of confusion: "What? Black Tiger Army? This, this! Oh my, I don't know, of course I don't know! Otherwise, how would I dare recommend them to the Lu family! My god, they are actually soldiers from Lingxu City?"

He was full of self-reproach: "This is, this is really..."

Registrar Yang covered up the contempt in his heart. Anyway, there was nowhere to check, so Commandant Wu naturally denied it completely.

"In short, State Preceptor Wang has the intention of reprimanding." Does Bailie had always been under the wings of Mou, but secretly plotting with the Beijia people easily provoked Mou's nerves.

If Mou was unhappy, Does Bailie had to be careful.

Fortunately, State Preceptor Wang only "reprimanded." The Lu father and son pondered this letter back and forth for two days before confirming that State Preceptor Wang had no intention of further pursuing it, and their hearts relaxed quite a bit.

"State Preceptor Wang also said that Does Bailie should cooperate with Yangshan for mutual benefit, and the Lu family should be good neighbors with Island Master He, with more sincere interactions and fewer misunderstandings." Registrar Yang gave a bitter smile, "So, Yangshan's shop opened here, and Eldest Master Lu also came to show his support today."

Commandant Wu stroked his chin: "In other words, with this letter from State Preceptor Wang, the Yangshan Archipelago can open shops and do business in Does Bailie, and He Lingchuan himself can come and go freely in Does Bailie from now on?"

"Pretty much." Registrar Yang saved some face for his lord, "It's the same for the Lu family members going to the Yangshan Archipelago; they are very safe and treated well."

Commandant Wu smiled: "It's not that I'm saying anything, but State Preceptor Wang really manages a wide range of things."

Registrar Yang shrugged.

Neither of them was clear about the origin of Does Bailie and Ling Mountain. As the decision-maker of Ling Mountain, Wang Xingyi had the right to issue orders to Does Bailie even without using the identity of the State Preceptor of Mou.

At this time, an acquaintance came over to greet them, and Registrar Yang waved goodbye to Commandant Wu.

After eating and drinking his fill and completing the task of showing support, Commandant Wu also said goodbye to He Lingchuan. The latter immediately stuffed a gift list into his hand: "A small local specialty, not a sign of respect, it has already been sent to your residence."

"Yo yo, Island Master He is too polite!" Commandant Wu's face bloomed into a flower, and while his mouth said he was polite, his movements in taking the gift list were very smooth, "If the Yangshan Archipelago has any difficulties in Blade Harbor in the future, just mention them, and we will think of ways together to study and solve them."

The path for the Yangshan Archipelago in the future was completely opened.

"With Commandant Wu's words, I am very relieved!" He Lingchuan parted ways with him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both satisfied. The little gap in the past had long since been blown away by the sea breeze, who knows where.

Until the hour of Hai (9-11 PM), the restaurant finally closed.

Crane Call Building had already signed several large orders today; just a few major clients had ordered a total of over 113,000 barrels of palm oil. Counting the other scattered local specialties sold, He Lingchuan had actually already made a good start.

Among them, several orders had been negotiated long ago, and Ding Zuodong and Guan Ke had used all their efforts these past few days;

But most of the large orders were dropped in temporarily.

The merchants were quite satisfied with the archipelago's products. With Dragon Spine Building opening today, everyone ate, drank, and took some kickbacks, and everyone was happy.

In the afternoon, batches of goods were loaded onto ships and set sail one after another.

The combination of hurricane + Emperor Flowing Pulp had caused no small amount of trouble for the Yangshan Archipelago, but He Lingchuan was now taking advantage of it.

Blade Harbor's response to the natural disaster was ineffective, and warehouses, ships, and personnel all suffered significant losses. A large number of goods waiting to be handed over were either soaked by water or destroyed by fire, and the palm oil purchasers suddenly had empty orders in their hands.

The Yangshan Archipelago's storefront had just opened, and the goods were not damaged, so Ding Zuodong and Guan Ke received a large number of orders. This was the reason why He Lingchuan spared no expense to set up wind-proof barriers everywhere in the Yangshan Archipelago:

To let all merchants know that the Yangshan Archipelago had goods, and they would definitely be able to pick them up.

Others' losses were his opportunities.

Crisis, crisis; there is opportunity in danger, but only those who survive can eat the rich dividends.

The moonlight was like water.

The cool breeze of October tugged at clothes and sleeves, still light and soft.

The violent wind and rain of the past few days seemed as if they had never existed.

He Lingchuan stood on the second floor of Dragon Spine Restaurant, looking up at the bright moon.

When he first arrived in Blade Harbor, he only had a dozen people with him; in less than two full moons, he had established a firm foothold in the Yangshan Archipelago and opposite Does Bailie.

Having endured multiple tests, he and the Yangshan Archipelago could finally move forward with big strides.

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Lingxu City, Autumn Palace.

It had snowed in the imperial capital the day before, and the black eaves and corners were topped with thick, pure white. The Maple Garden of the Autumn Palace, however, was still full of gold and red, more brilliant than the sunset in the sky—

The maple forest here was forever frozen in the most beautiful and splendid late autumn season.

The windows of the small pavilion in the forest were open, and State Preceptor Frost Leaf was holding a brush to paint.

The autumn scenery outside the window was a unique sight in Lingxu City, but what he painted were white mountains and black waters, gloomy jungles, bubbling swamps, and little deer grazing by the water.

Not far away, there seemed to be a little person hiding in the tall grass, staring at that little deer.

Xi Yunhe was brewing tea on the side, not saying a word.

State Preceptor Frost Leaf liked to paint when thinking and did not want to be disturbed.

His paintings were worth ten thousand gold in Lingxu City, and high-ranking officials and nobles were proud to have a scroll or half a painting in their homes.

With a "plop," a black-capped, white-throated tern landed on the five-clawed maple tree outside the window, flapping its wings a few times.

The messenger had arrived.

This kind of small-bodied bird could fly tens of thousands of miles over ultra-long distances and was a good helper for delivering letters.

Xi Yunhe hurried over and reached out, and the tern spat out two letters from its throat to him.

The envelopes were almost as big as the bird's body.

The storage space self-refined by birds was usually the crop, or they would wear a storage ring on their feet.

Xi Yunhe fed the tern a small spiritual pill for replenishing essence and energy, told it to rest for a moment, and then walked back to the small pavilion, gently placing the letters on State Preceptor Frost Leaf's desk.

State Preceptor Frost Leaf didn't lift his head, continuing to paint.

The iron kettle on the small stove boiled, and the boiling water gurgled. Xi Yunhe carefully brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it to the desk as well.

Not until three-quarters of the painting was completed did State Preceptor Frost Leaf pause his brush, pick up the two letters on the desk, open one first, and pull out several complete sheets of letter paper from it.

He looked at them for a moment, his brows twitching slightly.

Although this expression was subtle, Xi Yunhe knew that the letter probably had a lot of content.

Sure enough, State Preceptor Frost Leaf looked for a longer time, seemingly pondering a little, and then handed the letter to Xi Yunhe: "Your old friend has news."

Old friend? He had changed his name and face; what old friend could he have? Xi Yunhe took it with both hands, glanced through it hurriedly, and couldn't help but be shocked: "He Xiao?"

"The letter was sent by Yu Zecheng. He tracked the Cave Spider Queen to the Yangshan Archipelago and discovered that the Island Master is He Xiao." State Preceptor Frost Leaf smiled, "He Xiao, who had been missing without a trace since parting in Lingxu City."

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