After having lunch, Lin Yuanshan felt his head was heavy, as if his throat was stuffed with a ball of cotton.
Just two sips of tea and Zhao Qiao'er started urging him incessantly from the side.
"Yuanshan, this matter cannot be delayed, quickly go and ask Mr. Tang, it's important."
He sighed, forcing down the last sip of tea, which had already gone cold, leaving a bitter taste.
The sun outside was scorching, blinding and hard to keep the eyes open.
Lin Yuanshan rubbed his itchy nose and suddenly sneezed loudly, startling the sparrows on the branches to fly off.
Last night, Mr. Liu from the Chamber of Commerce was quite hospitable. After hearing his intentions, he immediately called a few textile traders to discuss together.
The result of the discussion was: Lin Yuanshan should first go to ask Mr. Tang if Brocade Workshop had any other owners apart from Mr. Wei.
