The next morning, the entire Xinghuai Prefecture was in an uproar.
"Have you heard? Mr. Yin's private residence is completely mobbed. First, it was the cats, and now it's brothel girls demanding payment. They're blocking the alley for blocks around."
"I heard, I heard! Word on the street is that business is booming over there. A ton of vendors have gone to set up stalls…"
"What in the world is going on? How come I haven't heard a thing? You have to tell me everything."
"Heh, have you been locked in your room for days? The whole cat-hiring thing blew up yesterday, and you still have no idea? You're so out of the loop…"
Everyone in the Prefecture was talking about Mr. Yin, and the Zhao Family was no exception.
Mrs. Zhao didn't even have to make any special inquiries; the news found its way to her ears all on its own.
