As soon as Wufu got on the carriage, his drunken state completely vanished. He opened his eyes, clear and alert, sat up, and furrowed his brow.
"What's going on?" Ah Jiu asked.
Wufu said, "They're dealing in military trade."
Ah Jiu was taken aback.
Seeing his confusion and misunderstanding, Wufu rephrased, "It's, well, munitions trade."
Ah Jiu widened his eyes and grabbed Wufu's arm: "What did you say?"
Munitions trade, outrageous, Marquis Xuanwu, how dare he!
Wufu winced in pain and patted his hand, saying, "I didn't have time to hear everything, but from what they implied, it appears that Prince Wei's Manor is buying from Marquis Xuanwu's side. Marquis Xuanwu is asking for one million taels, but Prince Wei's Manor thinks it's too high."
Ah Jiu's face darkened.
"We'll talk when we get back to the inn."
The carriage sped off, and in less than an hour, they arrived at the inn. Wufu got out of the carriage and was about to enter the inn when he stopped.
