The tavern was filled with smoke and terribly noisy.
Ye Wei sat in the corner with his legs crossed, with a glass of ale mixed with water in front of him. His eyes glanced at the fat man opposite him with a fleshy face, and a smile on his lips that made people want to slap him.
"Brother, this batch of goods is worth three hundred gold coins. I believe it." Ye Wei took a sip of wine and smashed it in his mouth. "But this thing has been in your hands for two months, right? Which chamber of commerce in the south of the empire have you not asked? What's the price? You don't know what it is?"
The fat man's face twitched.
