"Buy insurance?" Fang Jin lifted the letter, tilting his head as he stared at it for a long time, trying to discern something else from the contents.
He found nothing.
"What does Elder Brother Dai mean? Is it some kind of code? But that shouldn't be right, this isn't some secret operation, why would there be a code?"
Fang Jin curbed the urge to soak the letter in water or roast it with fire. It was a regular letter, Elder Brother Dai probably wasn't using a code.
"So he really wants me to buy insurance for the sect?"
Fang Jin was still baffled—he merely asked Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou what was going on, and somehow Dai Bufan just responded with "buy insurance."
With such a large sheet of paper, couldn't you write a bit more? Is writing expensive for you?
Although confused, out of trust for Dai Bufan, Fang Jin dutifully headed to the Jingzhou Branch of the Land Money Trade Association.