Chapter 593

... forcing her to say Duan Yu's name.

"Eldest Sister, why... why won't you tell them?" Zhen Tuo was anxious.

Zhen Jiang grabbed her younger sister Zhen Tuo.

Then she shook her head gently.

"Little Sister, you don't understand."

Zhen Jiang shook her head and said. After finishing, she looked toward the heads of the first, third, and fourth branches and continued: "Eldest Uncle, Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, if you do this, you will sooner or later bring disaster upon the Zhen clan."

"Hmph." Zhen Jian gave a cold snort and said: "Eldest niece, your Eldest Uncle is doing this for the good of the Zhen clan."

"If you comply, I will treat it as if nothing ever happened."

"You of the second branch will remain members of the Zhen family, and in the future, you will naturally be supported by the Zhen family."

"But if you do not comply, then you cannot blame your Eldest Uncle."

Zhen Jiang pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Someone, invite Zhen Jiang back to the carriage, then send her back to the Zhen clan's fortress."

After Zhen Jian finished speaking, he turned his back and looked toward the merchant caravan that had already arrived in the distance.

In the distance, Jia Dong stood at the edge of the carriage, watching the suddenly appearing Zhen clan private soldiers.

His two eyebrows twitched.

And Zhao Feng, at the very front of the caravan, rode his horse quickly to the front of Jia Dong's carriage.

"Proprietor, there are suddenly Zhen clan private soldiers ahead. It looks like they have come with ill intent," Zhao Feng said while riding his horse.

Jia Dong tilted his head and rubbed his chin.

Having dealt with the Zhen clan for such a long time, he naturally knew what was going on with the sordid affairs inside the Zhen clan.

It was nothing more than being blinded by greed.

It had not been just a day or two that the Zhen clan's first, third, and fourth branches had joined forces to coerce Zhen Jiang.

The first, third, and fourth branches had always assumed that this snow salt and white paper were Zhen Jiang's own business.

The Zhen clan only occupied nearly thirty percent of the profits from this snow salt and white paper.

He was to take the remaining profits back to Jinyang and then send them to Liangzhou.

The Zhen clan's first, third, and fourth branches thought that Zhen Jiang was using the excuse of having a business partner to swallow the remaining seventy percent of the profits alone.

He had also reported this matter to Liangzhou.

Duan Yu's reply to him at the time was to let Zhen Jiang handle it herself.

Do not expose their identities for the time being, at the very least not before March of this year.

Standing on the carriage, Jia Dong calculated the time.

It was already nearly mid-February; in another ten days or so, it would be March.

"Everything as usual. No matter what the Zhen clan does, do not act rashly," Jia Dong issued the order to Zhao Feng.

Subsequently, a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "Let them show off as much as they want."

"The happier they laugh now, the more painfully they will cry later."

Zhao Feng, riding on his horse, nodded.

And Jia Dong stood on the carriage, calm and composed.

Not long after, when Zhen Jiang was invited onto the carriage by the Zhen clan's soldiers, Zhen Jiang's Eldest Uncle, Zhen Jian, ordered the Zhen clan's cavalry and private soldiers to intercept the caravan.

Hundreds of carriages came to a halt.

Under the protection of a group of guards, Jia Dong arrived at the very front of the caravan.

Zhen Jian, Zhen Ren, and Zhen You, the three brothers, stood where they were.

When he saw Jia Dong walking toward them, Zhen Jian spoke up.

Zhen Jian first looked up and down at Jia Dong, who was thin and wearing a purple robe.

Then he said with a straight face: "You... must be the shopkeeper Jia Dong under my eldest niece."

Jia Dong rolled his eyes, then gave a chuckle and said, "Exactly, exactly."

"You must be the Master of the Zhen family," Jia Dong said with a sycophantic smile.

Hearing Jia Dong's address, Zhen Jian tilted his head to look at Jia Dong, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "You are indeed a smart person."

"That's right, I am Zhen Jian." Zhen Jian's gaze moved past Jia Dong to look at the caravan behind him: "Are these carriages loaded with snow salt and white paper?"

Jia Dong nodded.

Seeing Jia Dong nod, the three Zhen brothers' eyes immediately lit up.

With these hundreds of carriages, how much white paper and snow salt must be loaded?

How much money would this sell for?

"Hmm." Zhen Jian nodded with satisfaction and said: "From now on, just hand over this white paper and snow salt directly to us."

"In addition, my eldest niece said that the factories for the white paper and snow salt are in Jinyang, and we will send people from the Zhen clan over."

"In the future, you will continue to serve the Zhen family, and what should be given to you will not be a single coin less."

"And there will be even more."

"Do you understand what I mean?" Zhen Jian said.

Jia Dong laughed.

And he almost laughed out loud.

Send people to Jinyang?

And continue to serve the Zhen family?

This Zhen family is truly tired of living.

This Zhen Jian is also truly daring to say anything.

Send people to Jinyang?

I'm afraid that once they reach Jinyang, not even their bone fragments would be left.

He wouldn't even need to take action.

The Taiyuan Commandery Governor, Liu Wei, would be enough to give the Zhen clan a hard time.

Zhen Jian still wants the Zhen clan to work for him?

What a joke.

It is true that the Zhen clan has a certain foundation.

But that was in the past.

Now it is completely insufficient.

Jia Dong's eyes darted around, the smile on his face undiminished.

"This lowly one understands, this lowly one understands, but this lowly one still needs to see the Eldest Young Lady," Jia Dong said, taking the opportunity to step down.

Seeing that the matter was already settled, the three Zhen brothers had nothing to worry about.

So they waved their hands.

Jia Dong tilted his head and looked at Zhao Feng, saying: "Hand the caravan over to the Zhen clan, don't pay any attention to them."

"Gather our people, do not resist."

Zhao Feng immediately nodded.

Having received permission, Jia Dong arrived beside Zhen Jiang's carriage.

At this time, Zhen Jiang had already been restricted to the carriage by the Zhen clan's private soldiers.

"Eldest Young Lady." Jia Dong called out when he reached the carriage.

Zhen Jiang looked at Jia Dong from the carriage window.

Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand words.

"Eldest Young Lady, do not worry, I..."

Jia Dong looked toward the northwest direction, then lowered his voice and said: "The Lord has his own arrangements, Eldest Young Lady, do not panic."

"You only need to take care of your health; all other problems are not problems."

As Jia Dong spoke, he also took a letter out of his sleeve.

"Eldest Young Lady, this is a letter from the Lord for you."

Hearing that there was a letter from Duan Yu, Zhen Jiang's originally tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed.

Her pearly teeth bit her red lips, her eyes full of joy and anticipation, and a hint of shyness as she took Duan Yu's letter from Jia Dong's hand. ===== CHAPTER 595 =====