Shengye Lane, inside a large mansion.
Zhang Ye, the leader of the Bailang Gang, had just paid a month's rent.
I didn't pay much, and I might have to move next month anyway.
The main hall of the inner courtyard.
Zhang Ye sat at the head of the table.
A burly man with a dark face was sitting on the lower left.
Behind him stood two equally burly men.
His demeanor and bearing were quite fierce.
"Chief Zhang, let's stick to the old rules. The grain and goods will leave the city tomorrow morning. My men will take over at the South Gate. Here's the deposit." The burly man with the dark face took out a gray cloth money bag and handed it to Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye, with a full beard, hesitated for a moment, then didn't take it.
"What? Chief Zhang doesn't want to raise prices again, does he?!"
