Yang Wu watched Zou Feng without blinking as he spoke.
So when he emphasized the phrase "Lower Grade Entry," he saw with perfect clarity that Zou Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest.
There was neither the defiance a hot-headed youth ought to show, nor any sign of dejection.
This immediately raised Yang Wu's opinion of Zou Feng.
After a light cough, Yang Wu changed the subject. "Now that you have Entered Grade, you are no longer a Household Slave of my Yang Mansion. Zou Feng, what are your plans for the future?"
Before Zou Feng could answer, he immediately added, "If you're willing, I can hire you as a Guard Instructor for a monthly allowance of ten taels of patterned silver. What do you say?"
Ten taels!?
Outside the main hall, the people who had escorted Zou Feng wouldn't dare to follow him inside, but most of them were still lingering, craning their necks to watch the unfolding scene.
