For this naked act of robbery, Han Mo felt no shame. It was better to let himself benefit from these things now than to let them continue to harm future generations.
"Sir, what if you get promoted in the future? Will this still be effective?"
Just as everyone was about to start red-eyed fighting for territory, Cai Sitong suddenly asked an unexpected question.
"Didn't I already say? This has nothing to do with the imperial court. Moreover, as long as we all work together, do you think this is something that an official position can change?"
"You are wise, sir!"
Hearing Han Mo say this, everyone was immediately reassured.
However, Han Mo kept one thing to himself. An annual revenue of tens of millions of guan to the imperial court meant that even if someone coveted his position, the emperor would have to consider whether replacing him would affect his own purse!
Wasn't this the future Han Mo had been preparing for by bringing in so many Han family disciples?
What's more, if the country of Japan had gold, why wouldn't Java?
This was just the beginning!
As long as they were on this ship, if Han Mo couldn't keep them, it could only be said that he was too incompetent!
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"Sir, the time is almost up!"
Seeing that only two or three performers from the Cai Feng troupe remained, in the Floating Cloud Tower, Zhe Shijiu quietly said to Shao Bowen.
"Proceed with caution!"
After a soft instruction, Shao Bowen waved his hand directly.
"Yes!"
Zhe Shijiu finished speaking, stood up shakily, and while no one was paying attention, quietly crossed the wooden bridge to the back mountain with over a dozen guards.
"Split up! A few of you go to the dungeon to deal with Liu Yutang, and the rest will follow me to the City Lord's mansion!"
After quietly changing into night-blooming clothes in the back mountain, Zhe Shijiu gave a few quiet instructions and then, like a civet cat, melted into the night with several others.
Su Mao City was a small city, and with the rampant malaria within the city, it was now nighttime, and there were no pedestrians on the streets.
Apart from the occasional sound of an infant crying at night and the suppressed moans of men and women, it seemed that only the whistling wind remained.
The City Lord's mansion in Su Mao City, although called the City Lord's mansion, was indeed not comparable to the official yamen of the Great Song Dynasty.
The low buildings, coupled with the mottled stone walls only a person high, if this were in the Great Song Dynasty, people might mistake it for the ancestral home of some villager!
It had been nearly twenty years since the war between the two countries, and the entire Jiaozhi was indulging in decadent luxury.
As a result, the quality of these lower-ranking soldiers and yamen runners was shockingly poor.
The elite troops who had dared to invade the Great Song Dynasty had now all died in the arms of beauty.
Even Zhe Shijiu himself could hardly believe that they had entered the library without much effort.
Even after they found the documents they wanted, the Jiaozhi people still had no realization of what had happened.
"Boss, if these guys were in the Great Song, they would have already been beheaded!"
After coming out of the library, a scout beside Zhe Shijiu couldn't help but complain.
"Alright, stop the nonsense, it's time to work!"
After roughly calculating the time, Zhe Shijiu waved his hand, and everyone split up again.
"Fire!"
"Someone, quickly!"
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the entire City Lord's mansion suddenly erupted in flames.
By the time people realized what was happening, it was already too late.
After all, most of the buildings here were made of bamboo and wood, and there was also a strong wind blowing that night.
The wind fueled the fire, and the fire borrowed the might of the wind.
In just an instant, the entire City Lord's mansion was engulfed in fire.
And the library where the documents were stored had now become the most severely affected area.
When a few minor officials tried to rescue some documents from inside, the documents within had already turned to ashes.
"Sir! Bad news, there's a fire! The City Lord's mansion is on fire!"
Just as Zhang Jing was enjoying the pleasure of having two concubines, a hurried knocking on the door suddenly came from outside.
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing that the City Lord's mansion was on fire, Zhang Jing's whole body trembled.
"Sir, the City Lord's mansion is on fire!"
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and put out the fire! Summon everyone you can and rush to put out the fire for me!"
The City Lord's mansion contained a large number of documents and supplies. If they were all burned down by a fire, even with his strong backing, he would be in trouble this time!
"Yes!"
"What are you standing there for, you scoundrels? Hurry and help this official get dressed!"
After hearing his command, the two concubines even forgot to put on their clothes, only covering themselves with a light veil before quickly standing up to help him dress.
While the entire City Lord's mansion was in chaos, a group of over a dozen people in black quietly returned to the back mountain of the Floating Cloud Tower.
Taking advantage of the deserted surroundings, they quietly changed their clothes, left one subordinate to clean up, and then mixed back into the Floating Cloud Tower.
"Damn it, someone, bring the wine!"
Shortly after sitting down, Zhe Shijiu directly shouted loudly.
"Coming! Coming!"
Hearing his call, the waiter, who had just been hiding below watching the juggling, quickly ran up with a wine jar.
"Alright, it's this late, don't serve them wine anymore, give them some hangover soup instead. Their tongues are already slurred, how can they drink more wine!"
Before the waiter could put down the wine jar, Shao Bowen suddenly said loudly.
"Yes!"
Although he felt a little depressed, the waiter quickly responded and hurried to instruct the kitchen to prepare hangover soup.
"Where is the fire outside?"
Just as the waiter finished his instructions, he suddenly heard the kitchen helpers muttering.
"Where? Where?"
Hearing him say that, the waiter's spirits suddenly lifted.
"There's a fire? Alas, the heavens truly do not allow for peaceful days!"
After quickly glancing outside at the sky, which was illuminated by the distant flames, the busy waiter couldn't help but sigh.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and make the hangover soup. It's already this late, get these lords out of here so we can rest too!"
"Yes, shopkeeper!"
After a brief look at the commotion, the shopkeeper directly began to urge them to leave.
"Why are there so few people in the juggling troupe? Where is that Yun Niang?"
As soon as he returned to the shop, the waiter heard Shao Bowen's voice from upstairs.
"Replying to sir, these young ladies drank too much, and the Cai Feng troupe has already sent them back!"
The waiter, who had accepted Pan Jing's payment, quickly came up to smooth things over.
"Why did they leave so early? It was agreed that they would stay until midnight, and it's only just past Hai Shi now. Tomorrow, find that fellow named Pan. How can they do business like this!"
"You're right, these people are too unreasonable!"
Hearing Shao Bowen grumble, the waiter quickly echoed.