1 Clip-clop, clip-clop!
The carriage halted at the tavern's entrance, and the servant hastily knelt on the ground.
Chen Chengye stepped down on his back, a spring breeze of a smile on his face, and greeted Zhou Yi, who was opening the door.
"Shopkeeper Sun, long time no see!"
"Long time no see."
Zhou Yi smiled and, with a bow, drew a pot of wine from a jar bearing the Chen mark: "Master Chen favors the subtle. We added osmanthus when brewing, lessening the spiciness and adding a sweet aftertaste!"
After taking a taste, Chen Jiye showered it with praise and pulled out a stack of exchange drafts from his sleeve.
"Thanks to the shopkeeper's reminder some time ago, not only did the Chen family avoid losses, but we also took the opportunity to make a fortune. This small token of appreciation cannot express my gratitude!"
Zhou Yi waved his hand, declining: "Master Chen, you're too kind. Do you think we lack silver here?"
"That's true."