Bai Yuan leaned back.
"Lord Zhou, we all serve the Court. Why talk about money?"
He had a magnanimous and righteous air about him.
Zhou Xianhai's heart skipped a beat.
He was an exceptionally shrewd man.
For someone of his status, talking about money was the most practical and efficient solution. What he feared most was discussing other things. If Bai Yuan made an exorbitant demand, he truly couldn't afford it.
"Not money?"
'This kid wants even more, doesn't he?!'
Zhou Xianhai cleared his throat. "Lord Bai, you must know that the foundation of our nation is unstable right now. The Court doesn't have much to offer."
When Li Kang sent him to Ling Province, he had no intention of letting him fail.
The only question was whether the price to be paid would be great or small.
If he could haggle the price down, he would earn considerable merit for himself.
The war in the Central Plains was, in the end, a contest of financial strength.
