Gu Wenheng sneered inwardly. This guy had beaten around the bush for so long, and it turned out this was his endgame. And now? He was passing the choice over to him, but did he really have a choice?
Gu Wenheng put on a look of utter trepidation. "What should I do? I'm just an ordinary Scholar. How about I just make the secret recipe public?"
"No!" Bai Jinglie panicked. However, as soon as the word left his mouth, he realized that with this kid's temperament, he wouldn't compromise so easily. "Wenheng, I won't beat around the bush with you anymore. The Holy Emperor and I want to find a strong backer for our glass business, so that everyone else will think twice before causing trouble." Knowing that all the arguments he had prepared along the way were completely scrambled, Bai Jinglie decided to lay all his cards on the table.
Gu Wenheng leaned forward slightly. "So, the Young Master means that His Majesty wants to be this backer."
