Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

People are not fools, they will definitely notice that there is something wrong.

Thinking of this, Master Zheng suddenly changed his words and said with embarrassment:

"But we can't even make that much money from these few ships of cargo. Do you think the trackers' fees can be reduced a little?"

"The most we can offer is five hundred taels of silver to hire trackers. Any more and we'll lose money on this business!"

The fact was just as Master Zheng guessed, the head servant here did become suspicious of them.

After all, the money for this ship was given so easily that it didn't feel like they were selling the road, but more like they were hiding something.

If Master Zheng really took out 1,600 taels of silver, he would have to find someone to check if there was anything wrong with the cabin.

But now, Master Zheng's behavior of bargaining with him was consistent with the behavior of a businessman.

After his doubts dissipated, the servant looked at Master Zheng again and said impatiently:

"What's the point of doing business if you can't even come up with this little money? Forget it, just consider it as a charity for me today."

"You give me eight hundred taels of silver, and I'll help you find trackers. No less, or I'll immediately send someone to scuttle the boat."

Master Zheng looked at the servant with a bitter face, pondered for a moment, and then let out a long sigh.

"That... all right! Xiao Shen, go get eight hundred taels of silver for this gentleman, and let's quickly sail the boat out of the Zhushui River."

After hearing Master Zheng's arrangement, Shen Lin turned back to the cabin, took out the silver and handed it to the servant.

After receiving the money, the head servant smiled with satisfaction and turned around to lead his men away from the Fu ship.

After returning to their own boat, the servants around the chief servant immediately surrounded the chief excitedly.

"Boss, these people are so rich. They squeezed out a thousand taels so easily. I've never seen so much money in my life!"

"Yes, yes! But boss, why did you just give in? It would be great if we could just take 1,600 taels from them!"

Looking at the excited people, the head servant glared at them unhappily.

"Fool, people do business to make money, and they are so desperate that they don't even give the eight hundred taels. Do you want money?"

"Are you really going to go and slash their boat? Do you see how big that boat is? Is it you who will do it, or me?"

"We are here to guard the river. The government didn't ask us to extort money from others. I was able to earn this money thanks to my wit."

Having said that, the head servant took out some silver and distributed some to each person.

"This time we got 1,050 taels of silver. You each get 100 taels, so I'll take 400 taels, is that okay?"

Naturally, these people did not dare to question the leader's arrangements. They were lucky enough to be able to get a share of the money.

Seeing that his men had no objections, the head servant continued:

"Xiao Liu, take the remaining 150 taels back to the household manager and give him the money. Ask him to transfer some of his servants to serve as boat trackers."

"Okay, boss. I'll go back and find the manager once the boat docks!"

The boat continued to row towards the shore, and on the other side, Master Zheng on the Fu ship also returned to Wei Wu.

"Master, those greedy guys have been sent away. It cost almost a thousand taels."

Wei Wu shook his head and smiled, not caring about the one thousand taels of silver at all, and just turned to look at Shen Lin.

"Do you remember what these guys look like?"

Shen Lin immediately nodded in response.

"Remember this, even if I turn into ashes I will never forget it."

"Very good. When we are ready to take action, I will leave these people to you. Bring them back to Master Zheng to deal with them."

Wei Wu didn't care about one thousand taels of silver, but these guys kept talking about being disabled, which was too much.

After all, Master Zheng is his man, so as the young master, he has to vent his anger on his subordinates.

About ten minutes after the servants left, a group of unprofessional-looking trackers came to the river.