"Can you do it?"
Confronted with Huang An's question, Yang Chengwu fell into a rare silence.
Then, he solemnly nodded.
"Good! Rest assured, brother, I can do it!"
But soon, he appeared troubled.
"Just that, brother, I have never dealt with intelligence work before. I need your guidance."
Although Yang Chengwu was older, he lacked the knowledge Huang An had.
However, while Huang An probably knew how to establish a reliable intelligence organization, he was ultimately a novice.
He naturally didn't dare to give instructions recklessly.
So he didn't outright say it now.
"Before I leave, I will hand over the money and the structure of the intelligence organization and such to you!"
Huang An reassured Yang Chengwu, giving him a bit of confidence.
"Alright, thank you, brother!"
Overjoyed, Yang Chengwu, seeing that Huang An had no more to say, got up to hurry the kitchen staff.
Huang An sat alone in the pavilion, took a sip of his tea, his gaze calm and distant.