“Distinguished proprietors and managers, this is not the Governor’s official residence, so there’s no need for formalities. Please, everyone be seated.” As Zeng Guofan, seated in the place of honor, opened his mouth to speak, the people in the upper floor of Tongqing Restaurant solemnly bowed in respect before taking their seats one by one.

Zeng Guofan surveyed the room. The wealthy merchants of Jiangning he had seen over a year ago when Li Wantang hosted his grand banquet at Tongqing Restaurant were all still present, save for the master of the Li family who had once been the center of attention like stars surrounding the moon. “The Li Family of the Capital” – what a prestigious name! Not only did all the merchants under heaven look up to them, but thinking back to when Zeng Guofan was still a poor examination candidate who came from Heye Pond in Hunan to the capital, staying at Beichan Temple, and whenever he went to audit the Grand Academicians’ lectures at the Imperial College on the first and fifteenth of each month, he would walk from the southeastern corner of the Li mansion to the northwestern corner, taking a full quarter-hour, gazing at that row of tiles deliberately fired in a color approaching imperial yellow – hadn’t he been struck speechless with awe? Such a mighty merchant family, vanished overnight – truly the affairs of this world are unpredictable.

“Your Excellency,” Secretary Xue gently reminded him, and only then did Zeng Guofan realize he had been lost in thought.

“Today I have gathered everyone together at the request of Qiao, the Salt Transport Commissioner of Lianghuai, hoping we can restore the Lianghuai salt fields in the shortest possible time. The salt fields are a source of national treasury revenue – their prosperity benefits the people, their demise harms the nation. Commissioner Qiao’s request is most reasonable, and I too attach great importance to this matter. I have specially invited you all here, hoping everyone will pool their wisdom and come up with a solution.”

A period of silence followed. Over the past two years, the various open and covert struggles surrounding the Lianghuai salt fields had left the merchants of Liangjiang dazzled and terrified. Particularly since the Li family had been destroyed over this matter, and everyone knew Li Wantang’s methods – if even he had met with catastrophic disaster in the salt business, who else would dare to lightly attempt it?

Seeing no one picking up the conversation, Qiao Henian grew somewhat anxious. The reason he was so eager to settle this matter was that he didn’t want Gu Pingyuan to submit that memorial to the court again, lest the Salt Transport Commissioner’s exclusive authority slip away and he become lost among the crowd.

“What Lord Zeng said couldn’t be more correct. The Lianghuai salt fields are the pillar of Liangjiang commerce – if managed well, all industries can prosper; if managed poorly, all merchants suffer. Liangjiang has always been the most prosperous region under heaven, with the most developed commerce, but unfortunately it first suffered from the salt fields, then was nearly destroyed by the Taiping rebels. What was most unexpected was that the Li Family of the Capital turned out to be such scoundrels – in order to compete with rivals, they didn’t hesitate to poison the salt. Fortunately, Heaven’s way is clear, and Lord Zeng investigated thoroughly, confiscating the Li family’s assets to cover the penalty silver the Lianghuai salt fields originally owed the national treasury. Although there’s still a shortfall, Your Excellency has already reported to the Ministry of Revenue, and this penalty silver left over from the Qianlong era has been written off with a single stroke.”

Qiao Henian looked up at everyone, his face full of sincerity: “In other words, from now on, every penny earned from the salt fields is pure profit. As long as you pay the salt taxes on time, you gentlemen can make money and enjoy prosperity with complete peace of mind.”

Still no one responded. An awkward silence fell over the vast banquet. Qiao Henian’s gaze swept around and noticed everyone was looking at one person, and he immediately understood what was happening.

“Your Excellency,” Qiao Henian bowed, “In this subordinate’s view, we must first ask Master Gu’s opinion on this matter. Salt fields and salt shops are inseparable – though the government has guaranteed the salt fields, Master Gu’s salt shops now occupy two-thirds of Liangjiang’s territory. If he doesn’t speak up, I fear no merchant will dare take on the salt field business.”

“Hmm.” Zeng Guofan knew this was indeed the case. He had heard all about the Gu family’s affairs from Secretary Xue. Worried that Gu Pingyuan might be disheartened, while he only sent messengers to other merchant families, he treated Gu Pingyuan differently – he personally wrote a letter with sincere words inviting him to come.

Zeng Guofan understood human nature well and guessed correctly. Gu Pingyuan was more than disheartened – he felt as if his heart had died. Within a few months, he had suffered the pain of losing his mother, the sorrow of his brother’s death, and even Bai Yimei had passed away, never to be seen again. He truly wanted to hand over all the Liangjiang business to Manager Hao and several other managers, take his family and Bai Yimei’s orphaned children back to Huizhou to live in seclusion, and never again concern himself with worldly affairs.

None of those around him agreed with this course of action. With the Li family collapsed and the obstacle removed, this was precisely the time to accomplish great things – retiring at the height of success would be unwise. But everyone could understand Gu Pingyuan’s state of mind at this time and didn’t feel it appropriate to say much. Only Chang Yu’er told her husband that whatever decision he made, she would support him. Though Jinling was prosperous, it couldn’t compare to the mountains and waters of Huizhou. If Gu Pingyuan said the word about returning, she would immediately pack their belongings.

It was precisely these words that made Gu Pingyuan hesitate. He realized that just as Chang Yu’er obeyed his every word, many others also depended on him. When he had first gathered these people together, he had painted such an exciting picture of the future for them, and it was because they believed in these words that they worked day and night for the Gu family. Now if he simply walked away, where would be the merchant’s integrity?

These past few days, Gu Pingyuan had been torn with contradictions between leaving and staying. When he received the invitation from the Governor’s office, Gu Pingyuan had initially wanted to plead illness and not attend. But after carefully reading the tone of the letter, with Zeng Guofan in his position as Governor practically ready to come personally to invite him, this face simply could not be refused.

Now seeing Zeng Guofan’s inquiring gaze drift toward him, he hesitated for a moment, then rose and said: “The words of Lord Zeng and Commissioner Qiao are truly golden advice. Merchants and customers are like two shores separated by a bridge – the bridge is integrity, and money and goods are the flowing water beneath. Without integrity there is no foundation; without money and goods there is no flow. The Lianghuai salt fields may seem to be merely salt business, but in reality they can facilitate the circulation of gold and silver, revitalize the money channels of Liangjiang commerce, and prevent the waterways from drying up. This is precisely the main reason for Liangjiang commerce’s past prosperity and development. Therefore, the Lianghuai salt fields must be operated, and operated well.”

Qiao Henian had been anxious in his heart, not knowing whether Gu Pingyuan would harbor resentment and say something unpleasant. Unexpectedly, everything he said was about the benefits of the Lianghuai salt fields, perfectly aligned with his own thoughts. His heart filled with great joy.

“Master Gu truly understands righteousness. Since you’ve said this, I presume that no matter who undertakes the Lianghuai salt fields, the Gu family salt shops will continue to operate as before?”

Gu Pingyuan smiled faintly: “That’s natural. But has Commissioner Qiao considered – who has the capability to undertake the salt fields now? The former Yangzhou salt merchants? Hui merchants? Dongting merchant guilds? Or Ningshao merchants? Even if someone could single-handedly undertake it, what if another uncontrollable ‘Li Family of the Capital’ emerges – how should that be handled?”

“This…” Qiao Henian was stumped by his question.

Zeng Guofan, who had been sitting silently listening, now nodded slightly, for what Gu Pingyuan said was precisely the problem he had been pondering repeatedly these past few days without reaching a conclusion.

“Master Gu, since you’ve raised this point, do you have a good solution?”

“Very simple: those who contribute money don’t contribute effort; those who contribute effort don’t contribute money.” This solution from Gu Pingyuan was also the result of repeated consideration and detailed discussion with everyone.

While those present were still puzzling over what “contribute money don’t contribute effort, contribute effort don’t contribute money” meant, Zeng Guofan’s eyes had already lit up, almost ready to exclaim “Excellent!” but then smiled and said: “Master Gu, why not explain in more detail so everyone can understand clearly?”

“Your Excellency, may this subordinate speak first to see if I’ve understood Master Gu’s meaning correctly?” Fearing that Gu Pingyuan would claim all the credit, Qiao Henian, with Zeng Guofan’s permission, began: “Previously, the Li family, the Four Great Hengs, and Wang Tiangui divided the salt fields three ways, with the Li family taking the largest share, both receiving dividends and controlling the salt field business. This led them to use any means necessary for profit, with no one able to restrain them. Now Master Gu’s idea, in other words, is that those who contribute money cannot manage affairs, while those who manage affairs are not shareholders of the salt fields. This separation of authority and finance can prevent anyone from becoming unscrupulous for excessive profit.”

Zeng Guofan looked at Qiao Henian with appreciation, then turned to Gu Pingyuan: “Has Commissioner Qiao grasped the essence of the matter?”

“Yes.” Gu Pingyuan nodded slightly. “Commissioner Qiao is correct, but I have another suggestion – the salt fields should no longer have major shareholders, but should be divided into numerous small shares, so that Liangjiang merchants with financial capability can eagerly purchase shares and all become salt field shareholders. As for the salt field business, a method recognized by shareholders should be established to hire experienced managers familiar with the salt business to operate it. Managers only handle affairs – if they do well and gain shareholder approval, they receive bonuses; if they do poorly, bonuses are reduced or they’re dismissed.”

He continued thoughtfully: “Actually, not only those present here, not only merchants, but all common people in Liangjiang with surplus wealth can buy shares and profit from the salt fields. Even Xiang Army officers and soldiers investing shares – what would be wrong with that?”

The room immediately filled with murmuring. These businessmen gradually went from initial confusion to nodding approval, and by this point their faces showed delight. Not having to worry about becoming too prominent while still being able to get a share from this treasure pot – who wouldn’t want to participate in such a good deal?

Not only were the seated merchants moved, but Zeng Guofan’s heart was also greatly stirred. Since ancient times, soldiers and bandits were often indistinguishable – during war they wore court uniforms as soldiers, but once there were no battles, these soldier-ruffians living idle lives inevitably turned to unpaid “business.” Over the past half-year, Liangjiang’s government offices had received numerous complaints about Xiang Army robbery, assault, and extortion. No county or prefecture dared handle such cases, all pushing them upward until they reached the Governor’s office, giving Zeng Guofan severe headaches. If Gu Pingyuan’s idea could really be implemented, even when the Xiang Army was eventually disbanded, these old brothers from Hunan could make money from money, and wouldn’t have too many complaints.

“Very reasonable!” Having thought of this, Zeng Guofan nodded approvingly. With the Governor’s attitude clear, those below naturally became agreeable. They immediately praised in unison, all lauding Gu Pingyuan’s idea as an unparalleled strategy for stabilizing the Lianghuai salt fields.

“After all this discussion, the government cannot manage merchant affairs for them. Though all shareholders contribute money without effort, someone still needs to come forward to preside over the overall situation. Even to convene meetings, someone must take the lead, isn’t that so?” Observing the mood, Qiao Henian immediately decided to promote Gu Pingyuan. This was killing two birds with one stone – both repairing old relationships and having a capable ally in the future Lianghuai salt fields, while also silencing Gu Pingyuan. Qiao Henian believed that as long as the Gu family could obtain huge profits from the salt fields, Gu Pingyuan would never again propose that “Salt Connects the World” memorial – otherwise wouldn’t he be working against himself?

Everyone else understood as well, knowing that the Governor favored Gu Pingyuan to become the leader of Liangjiang merchants, and they all fixed their gazes on his face.

Gu Pingyuan was extremely troubled. He had no desire whatsoever to be this prominent target, and didn’t want to wade any deeper into Liangjiang’s murky waters. The Lianghuai salt fields were particularly painful territory for him, too unbearable to revisit. However, Gu Pingyuan wasn’t entirely unmindful of Manager Peng, Manager Fei and the others’ eager expectant gazes, and was even more moved by Zeng Guofan’s recognition. He had already thought of a way to recommend someone virtuous to replace himself.

“Speaking of capable people to plan business strategies for the salt fields, I do think of one…” Like Li Wantang before him, Gu Pingyuan planned to recommend Old Master Hu to come out of retirement and take charge. This elder was advanced in years and virtue, also famous in Great Qing commerce. Everyone would surely accept him, and moreover, Old Master Hu had always felt regretful about not completing the trust given by Tao Zhu and Lin Zexu, so he would certainly agree readily.

Just as Gu Pingyuan was about to reveal everything, suddenly heavy, chaotic footsteps sounded from downstairs. He and everyone looked in amazement, seeing someone coming up to the second floor wearing a brocade pheasant insignia, with a red coral-topped official hat. In Liangjiang’s official circles, only Zeng Guofan held supreme position, but this newcomer showed no concern and smiled broadly: “How lively! Aren’t all of Jiangnan’s wealthy men gathered here? What’s this – aren’t you afraid Governor Zeng will stage a Hongmen Banquet and make you all bleed a little?”

“Guoquan, you too are a court official, a provincial governor. You must watch your words and remember your position – don’t speak without thinking. I’m discussing Lianghuai salt field matters with everyone. What are you doing here? And you others – each has military duties, why are you all gathered here?” Zeng Guofan’s face immediately darkened, not because his ninth brother spoke improperly, but because he saw that behind Zeng Guoquan, Bao Chao, Yang Yuebin and over ten other important Xiang Army generals had also followed.

“Elder brother, don’t be anxious.” Zeng Guoquan sat down boldly, waving his arm: “All of you sit!”

Everyone present was already stunned, hastily making room for this group of proud soldiers and fierce generals wearing yellow vests. Fortunately Tongqing Restaurant was large enough to accommodate several more tables. After much commotion, when everyone was seated, Zeng Guoquan smiled: “Don’t blame them – I was the one who gathered these old brothers.”

Zeng Guofan looked sternly at his brother: “There are no urgent military affairs in Liangjiang. Why call together so many generals?”

“We fought together, bled together. Though we lived knife-edge-licking lives, the Xiang Army from top to bottom was united as one. Though we numbered in the hundreds of thousands, we were like one person. Otherwise, with the Taiping rebels so fierce, the Eight Banners collapsing at first contact, and the court not providing a penny of military pay, how could we brothers alone have wiped out the rebels completely without these old brothers giving their all?”

Zeng Guofan frowned deeply. Though these words were generally correct, they were too disparaging toward the court. With so many people present and loose tongues everywhere, if this got out it would certainly harm the Xiang Army.

Zeng Guoquan deliberately ignored his elder brother’s expression and continued: “After a hundred victories, everyone scattered to different places. Liu Changyou, Liu Kunyi, Liu Rong serve as governors in Guangxi, Jiangxi, and Shaanxi; Luo Kaihua serves as commander-in-chief in Fujian; Liu Songshan and his nephew Liu Jinrong also command heavy forces in the north. Though we rarely meet, everyone still follows the Zeng family’s lead, maintaining correspondence and never forgetting elder brother’s nurturing grace.”

Zeng Guofan’s expression grew as ugly as possible. He coughed heavily: “Ninth brother, you must be drunk, talking such nonsense – what kind of behavior is this!”

“I’m not drunk, but I worry that elder brother, always so astute, might make a mistake in the most important matter.” Zeng Guoquan put away his joking manner and pointed to the people he’d brought: “These men each followed us through life and death. Bao Chao was once so poor he sold his wife – if he hadn’t joined the Xiang Army, could he have become a second-rank commander-in-chief commanding tens of thousands of troops? When the Taiping rebels attacked the city, Yang Yuebin’s battalion commander fled, and Yang led the troops to repel the rebels, but that battalion commander falsely accused him of insubordination, trying to steal credit and silence him. If elder brother hadn’t investigated thoroughly, Yang Yuebin would have died in the wilderness long ago – what Water Force Commander-in-Chief would he be? And these other Hunan brothers – mud-legged farmers who are now third and fourth-rank lieutenant generals and military commissioners – who doesn’t appreciate elder brother’s kindness? Not to mention Luo Zenan, Li Xubin, and our younger brother Guobao who didn’t live to see this wealth…”

Zeng Guoquan’s eyes reddened as he looked at his elder brother: “And my poor second brother Guohua – who can know the suffering he endured!”

Zeng Guofan’s heart shook as he stared at his brother. He understood – Zeng Guoquan knew the truth. But how had he learned it? If this matter leaked out, it would be the crime of deceiving the emperor.

“Let’s not speak of depressing matters. Today I’ve gathered the Liangjiang brothers together to invite everyone for drinks and theater – a rare gathering.” Zeng Guoquan changed his expression and spoke loudly: “I haven’t been Jiangsu Governor for nothing. Suzhou’s theater troupes are the finest under heaven. I had them prepare several plays to perform for everyone right here at Tongqing Restaurant as entertainment for our banquet.”

“More nonsense. There’s no theater stage upstairs – what plays are you watching?” Zeng Guofan shook his head.

“How could I not know that? Everyone, look over there.” Zeng Guoquan pointed toward nearby Xuanwu Lake.

The afternoon sun was brilliant, with grass stretching endlessly along the embankment, the building’s reflection in the lake, flat boats coming and going through the mist and waves, and water chestnut gatherers’ songs heard from afar – truly a beautiful scene. A boat was approaching from the lake surface – a very special boat, astonishingly large, fully three times the size of ordinary passenger boats, almost perfectly square, with no sails, propelled entirely by twenty-odd strong men rowing on both sides. The boat had two levels – the lower had windows and partitions with many figures visible inside, while the upper level was a large theater stage with props already arranged.

While everyone was still marveling, Gu Pingyuan’s sharp eyes spotted a familiar face among those standing at the bow – it was Su Zixuan, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time. Su Zixuan stood facing the wind in flowing blue robes, quite elegant, her eyes also gazing intently at Tongqing Restaurant.

With her present, things definitely wouldn’t be as simple as Zeng Guoquan’s claim of “drinks and theater.” Gu Pingyuan unconsciously frowned but could think of no solution except to wait and see.

His instinct was completely correct. Su Zixuan had actually bought this theater troupe herself. She had concentrated on writing several plays and teaching the actors to practice for months, seeking an opportunity to perform them for Zeng Guofan, using ancient stories to comment on the present, using theater to speak about people, hoping to move Zeng Guofan with these plays.

“Ninth brother, they say there are no good banquets at wicked feasts – I fear these are no good plays either. I still have unfinished salt affairs here. Where do I have time to accompany you watching plays?” Zeng Guofan naturally saw that the visitors came with ill intent.

Zeng Guoquan sneered: “What are you saying? These are all first-class famous actors, and the scripts are written by masters – not common vulgar texts, but historical biographical works that elder brother loves most. This first play is ‘Chi Yi Ge,’ telling the story of Wu Zixu from the Spring and Autumn period. The Liangjiang region was ancient Wu and Yue territory, so this play is perfectly appropriate for the location and must be watched. As for the Lianghuai salt fields, they’re under elder brother’s governance and won’t run away – why be anxious?” Standing up, he raised his wine cup toward everyone in the room: “Whether officials or merchants upstairs, you’re all my invited guests. Not one person is allowed to leave, or don’t blame Ninth Master for turning hostile!”

Zeng Guoquan’s glare was murderous, his whole body emanating killing intent. Who dared touch this ill luck? Zeng Guofan also didn’t want to lose face before everyone, so everyone could only sit down with heavy hearts to watch the plays.

As they spoke, the boat approached. Four or five actors in brand-new colorful costumes moved gracefully, singing in melodious voices. One thing Zeng Guoquan hadn’t lied about – this theater boat was exquisite inside and out, with beautiful and gorgeous props, excellent acting and singing, and fragrant theatrical dialogue.

When the first play ended, the narrator sang: “Zixu was loyal to his lord – all under heaven wished to have him as minister. Xiaoyi loved his parents – all under heaven wished to have him as son.” Wu Zixu took the sword King Fuchai of Wu had given him for suicide, used two fingers to gouge out both his eyes, instructed his retainer to embed them in the eastern gate of Wu’s capital, so he could personally witness Wu’s destruction by Yue. The actor playing Wu Zixu had a tragic and passionate voice that stirred everyone’s hearts beyond control.

Everyone thought it was finished, but there were two more plays: “Wind Wave Pavilion” and “Celebration Building.” When Yue Fei and his son were executed, there were no lyrics – only the lingering sound of strings narrating the injustice like weeping; the cannon fire at Celebration Building turned Ming dynasty founding heroes to ashes in an instant. Only Prince of Zhongshan Xu Da was absent due to an outbreak of his back carbuncle, so Zhu Yuanzhang immediately ordered someone to deliver “triggering food” – steamed goose. Upon seeing it, Xu Da rolled from his sickbed to the floor, tearfully thanked the emperor and ate the steamed goose bite by bite, then immediately took poison and died.

This actor had been trained by famous performers from the palace’s Shengping Department at Su Zixuan’s great expense, and truly performed with penetrating depth. On stage “Xu Da” wept, and Tongqing Restaurant was filled with sighs. Bao Chao and others watched with heartbreaking sadness, all shedding tears and choking with emotion.

“Sigh, loyal ministers and meritorious officials – in the end aren’t they still killed when the rabbits are caught and the dogs are no longer needed? When achievements become too great and threaten the ruler, even fabricated crimes will earn you a white silk rope or half a cup of poison wine. Who told you to hold unpardonable merit?” Zeng Guoquan had already seen this once, but watching again still stirred his heart. He believed his elder brother wouldn’t remain unmoved either.

Gu Pingyuan observed coldly, seeing Zeng Guofan sitting silently, but his hand holding the wine cup was trembling slightly. Among all present, besides Zeng Guoquan, he best understood Su Zixuan’s intention. Her approach was gradual but penetrating deeply – it seemed Zeng Guofan was already moved. How could this be good?

“Damn it!” Bao Chao watched while drinking heavily, already seven parts drunk. “Fighting for the court with our lives, and in the end they want our lives – what kind of thing is that!” He jumped up and grabbed a merchant by the collar, yanking him up.

“I’m asking you – if the Xiang Army goes to battle, will you donate military funds!”

The merchant was caught off guard, seeing Bao Chao glaring like a fierce god, and was so frightened his face turned ashen, stammering incoherently. The other merchants all desperately lowered their heads, fearing these untouchable masters would cause trouble.

“Crash!” – everyone looked up startled to see a wine cup shattered on the floor. Zeng Guofan had somehow already stood up. His face was iron-blue as he coldly swept his gaze over Zeng Guoquan and the others, saying in a heavy voice: “If you want me dead, bring a knife – wouldn’t that be quicker? Why use these sneaky underhanded methods!”

Having spoken, he ordered his sedan chair prepared to return to his office and left with a flick of his sleeves, leaving Zeng Guoquan laughing coldly, while those upstairs were either stunned speechless or looking at each other in dismay.

After returning to the rear hall of the Governor’s office, Zeng Guofan felt his head splitting with pain. His left eye’s old ailment also flared up – swollen and painful, making it difficult to see. Secretary Xue’s elder brother Xue Fuchen was a famous doctor in the Jiangzhe region, and he himself knew some medicine. Knowing this was acute fire attacking the heart, he quickly ordered lotus seed and chrysanthemum tea to be brewed, and used golden needles to release a few drops of blood from the temples. Only then did Zeng Guofan feel slightly better.

“Your Excellency, Ninth Master and Commander-in-Chief Bao, Commander-in-Chief Yang and the others are still outside waiting for an audience.”

“I won’t see them.” Zeng Guofan waved his hand, then changed his mind: “Call Ninth Brother in. I won’t see the others.”

Secretary Xue agreed and went out, returning shortly after with a troubled expression: “Ninth Master says they’re all Xiang Army brothers, asking Your Excellency not to show favoritism – if you’ll see anyone, see them all together.”

“Is he trying to anger me to death!” Zeng Guofan rarely lost his temper, but now cold light shot from his triangular eyes, quite frightening. “In your view, what are they plotting?”

The eight words “Chenqiao Mutiny, Yellow Robe Investiture” flashed through Secretary Xue’s mind like lightning, but how dare he speak them? He could only stammer: “Ninth Master is young after all, perhaps too proud in spirit. He’s probably dissatisfied with the court’s recent actions and venting his anger. He won’t take overly extreme measures – Your Excellency needn’t worry.”

“You’re wrong.” Zeng Guofan saw through to the truth: “He wants to become a Prince Imperial Brother, and probably dreams of being another Zhao Guangyi. But he has great ambitions with little talent, and doesn’t know restraint. Take today’s performance – the court will learn of it sooner or later. Isn’t this putting me, the Zeng family, and the Xiang Army over the fire to roast?!”

“Your Excellency, since ancient times water can overturn boats but also carry them…” Though Secretary Xue had always followed Zeng Guofan, on this matter he truly couldn’t fathom this man’s thoughts and said tentatively.

“Hmm? Are you saying the Xiang Army’s morale can be used, and you’re also advising me to take this opportunity to rebel?” Today Zeng Guofan was different from usual, showing no mercy and pressing Secretary Xue until he was terrified.

“No, no… how would this humble servant dare.” Secretary Xue knew that throughout history, many capable ministers and outstanding figures who got involved in rebellion mostly came to bad ends, with nineteen out of twenty meeting unfortunate fates. He dared not say another word and could only change the subject: “Just now when this subordinate went out, Master Gu also asked me to announce that he wishes to see Your Excellency.”

“Let him in.” Zeng Guofan also didn’t want to continue dwelling on this matter, so he decided to let those subordinates outside cool their heels – their hearts were like burning coals.

When Gu Pingyuan had finished his greetings, Zeng Guofan forced himself to smile: “The salt affairs of Lianghuai salt fields have always been a chronic disease. According to what you said earlier, it’s truly good medicine. Master Gu is indeed a financial genius.”

Gu Pingyuan appeared heavy with concerns. Hearing Zeng Guofan’s praise, he unexpectedly showed no modesty. After hesitating a moment, he looked at this territorial governor who held great power and said resolutely: “I haven’t come for salt field matters, but have two things I must say or I’ll burst. After speaking, I’ll accept whatever punishment Your Excellency decides, even death without complaint.”

“Master Gu, why do you speak such words out of nowhere?” Secretary Xue chided. He glanced at Zeng Guofan and saw this man called “The Greatest Loyal Minister Under Heaven” slowly put away his smile and nod: “Speak then. I don’t know about elsewhere, but in the Liangjiang office, there’s absolutely no principle of punishment for words. You can rest assured of this.”

“Then forgive this commoner’s boldness.” Gu Pingyuan rose and slowly took two steps, looking at Zeng Guofan: “How can one bear to see war reignite in places of gunpowder smoke, or watch wounded and weary soldiers raise swords and spears again? Moreover, what crime have the common people committed? How can one let the living suffer for personal gain? If so, Your Excellency’s lifetime achievements will be completely erased, and the four words ‘Criminal for All Ages’ can be determined even before your coffin is sealed.”

Secretary Xue had seen many audacious people in the Zeng household, but was still completely stunned by Gu Pingyuan’s few words, standing frozen as he stared at this merchant. A moment before, he had never imagined anyone would speak to Zeng Guofan in such a tone, touching such an absolutely untouchable wound, especially when Zeng Guofan was in such a disturbed state of mind. This was like burning down temples before all the gods and Buddhas – without question, the next moment would bring thunder and lightning punishment.

“This must be a madman – this person is finished.” Secretary Xue secretly shook his head.

The entire rear hall remained silent for quite some time. A full quarter-hour later, Zeng Guofan finally withdrew his gaze that had been fixed on Gu Pingyuan’s face and turned to ask Secretary Xue: “Tell me, looking across all of Liangjiang, how many people could speak such words to my face?”

Secretary Xue truly wished he had fallen ill in bed this morning rather than standing here having to respond. He forced a dry laugh: “Your Excellency has rendered service to the state and brought benefit to all people. For this person to dare speak such wildly rebellious words – this subordinate truly cannot think of anyone else who would rise to follow his example.”

“Exactly right. I too cannot think of a single other person.” Zeng Guofan looked at Gu Pingyuan, and there was actually a trace of a smile on his face. “Master Gu, since you dare risk death to offer counsel, then I too can speak plainly with you. Though Zeng Guoquan is crude, he wasn’t wrong about one thing – the court’s suspicion of the Xiang Army is indeed heavy. You also saw those three plays at Tongqing Restaurant today. Taking history as a mirror, if I said I wasn’t alarmed, that would be deceiving words.”

Secretary Xue sighed softly. Ever since taking down the Heavenly Capital and destroying the Taiping rebels, how to succeed and retire gracefully without becoming a meritorious dog to be cooked had become Zeng Guofan’s heart disease – fundamentally speaking, his physical health had been ruined by this worry.

Gu Pingyuan naturally heard that Zeng Guofan spoke from his heart, and slowly nodded: “When achievements threaten the ruler and the ruler is young while the nation is suspicious, Your Excellency indeed faces difficulties.”

He thought for a moment, then suddenly began speaking of a completely unrelated matter.

“Some days ago, someone came specially from beyond the Pass to find me. Upon meeting, he turned out to be an old acquaintance. He was originally a government soldier, but now wanted to find me to broker a business deal.”

Secretary Xue listened without understanding the relevance and was about to interrupt when he saw Zeng Guofan showed no impatience, so he swallowed his words back.

“This person who came to find me was originally my enemy. To earn an astronomical commission, he didn’t hesitate to travel ten thousand li to come here. Your Excellency, do you know what goods he wanted to sell to this commoner?” Gu Pingyuan paused. “Foreign guns – ten thousand foreign guns plus three hundred flowering cannons.”

This number was truly enormous. Even Zeng Guofan was moved to surprise upon hearing it and asked: “What kind of person is this? How could he have so many weapons?”

“His surname is Xu. He was formerly a battalion commander at the Great Camp Beyond the Pass, with private dealings with Russian government forces. This batch of weapons was what the Russians had him come to sell.” Gu Pingyuan recalled the situation at the time – if this deal had been completed, as the middleman he could have earned half a percent profit, immediately living in luxury that could rival princes. So Battalion Commander Xu, who had originally hated him to the bone, this time didn’t hesitate to bow and scrape, exhausting all means to please him.

“How did you respond?”

“This commoner said that the Taiping rebellion had already been pacified, there were no wars in Liangjiang, so there was absolutely no need for this batch of foreign guns and cannons.”

Zeng Guofan nodded: “Your response was very appropriate.”

“But this Battalion Commander Xu said this: He said the Russians knew that within six months at the earliest, two years at the latest, the Great Qing would inevitably erupt in a rebellion even more fierce than the Taiping rebellion. Since there would be war, this batch of weapons wouldn’t worry about finding buyers – they could be sold sooner or later. Why not buy them first and store them up, then later raise prices from a sitting position to make a fortune?”

Gu Pingyuan was unsurprised to see Zeng Guofan’s pupils suddenly contract sharply. He continued: “With the conversation having reached this point, I simply asked directly – why exactly would there be war? Battalion Commander Xu said the Russians knew the Xiang Army would rebel sooner or later. With this batch of foreign guns and cannons, they could at least contend with the court as equals. When that time came, with the court deploying troops in Jiangnan, the Russians could strike from the north and seize the three provinces beyond the Pass plus Xinjiang and Mongolia – they placed great hopes on this.”

Secretary Xue listened from the side, his face turning pale: “Then… then what happened next, you…”

“Battalion Commander Xu was detained by me, with someone watching him day and night. Your Excellency need not worry about this matter.” Gu Pingyuan’s expression was grave. “When I spoke of ‘Criminal for All Ages’ earlier, I wasn’t only referring to letting Jiangnan reignite with war flames, but also worrying about this good land falling into foreign hands.”

“Hearing this, it seems rumors of the Xiang Army’s rebellion have already spread to foreign countries…” Zeng Guofan smiled bitterly. The court’s thoughts were clearest to him – with the virtue of Zeng Shen and the trustworthiness of Zeng’s mother, even neighbors reporting three times could make one suspect a son of murder, let alone himself as a Han minister commanding heavy forces. The court’s wariness of him was self-evident.

“Your Excellency must not doubt yourself. If you consider matters with such worry, disaster will arrive swiftly.” Gu Pingyuan had also thought long and hard before coming to say these words. Today at Tongqing Restaurant he had seen clearly that Zeng Guoquan and the Xiang Army generals had been incited by Su Zixuan until their hearts were full of rebellion, their rebellious bones clearly visible behind their heads. As long as Zeng Guofan wavered, the Xiang Army would immediately rise in arms, and war flames would burn across the great river’s north and south. “In chaotic times, people are worse off than dogs” – what business could there be to speak of? Being able to preserve one’s life would already be difficult. Thinking of Manager Fei and the others – originally a group of businessmen with great potential who had struggled bitterly in Liangjiang for ten years; thinking of his teacher and Bai Yimei – if there hadn’t been this war between the Great Qing and the Taiping, they would all be alive now, living well. Only then did Gu Pingyuan decide to risk death to come and offer counsel.

“Then what do you say I should do to remove the court’s suspicion?” Though Zeng Guofan asked this question, he actually didn’t believe Gu Pingyuan could have any good strategy.

Unexpectedly, Gu Pingyuan really did have an idea: “Earlier I had wanted to recommend Old Master Hu from the Hui merchants to manage the salt fields. Now why doesn’t Your Excellency follow the same pattern?”

Though it was just such a simple sentence, Zeng Guofan frowned in deep thought for a long while, his brow gradually relaxing as he murmured: “In great endeavors, seeking a replacement should be the first priority.”

“Yes, that’s precisely what this commoner meant. I just didn’t express it as clearly as Your Excellency.”

“Good, good, good.” Zeng Guofan’s appreciation was never lightly given, but now he actually said “good” three times in succession. He pointed outside: “How ridiculous that those people won’t stop their chatter. Since one matter shouldn’t trouble two masters, you should also think of a solution for me.”

Gu Pingyuan’s heart relaxed, and he smiled: “In the past, Your Excellency avoided this matter and dared not clarify your intentions, giving others opportunities to exploit. In my opinion, rather than being rigid and inflexible, it’s better to cut through the mess with a sharp knife.”

Zeng Guofan nodded, stood up, called for brush and ink, had someone prepare two long sheets of paper, pondered briefly, then completed his writing in one stroke at the cloud-scrolled writing desk.

“Secretary Xue, when the ink is dry, take someone to hang this couplet on the main gate.”

Zeng Guoquan and the others were growing impatient waiting in the front hall when they suddenly saw Secretary Xue come out with two attendants. Just as they were about to ask, Secretary Xue bowed: “Ninth Master, all you gentlemen, please follow me.”

No one knew what medicine he was selling in his gourd, and they followed him doubtfully to outside the main gate. Secretary Xue had someone unfold the red paper and replace the couplets on either side of the Governor’s residence main gate. Some of these people were somewhat literate, some had studied in private schools for a few years, but only Bao Chao couldn’t read a single character. Seeing everyone staring silently at the couplet, he stared wide-eyed and said urgently: “What does this say? Someone read it aloud for me.”

Zeng Guoquan’s expression became very ugly. He stared for a long time, a trace of angry smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, and said to Secretary Xue: “Go tell my elder brother that his younger brother has no other abilities, but since we’ve eaten and drunk well together, when the imperial gift of steamed goose arrives, I, Zeng Jiu, will definitely accompany elder brother in eating it together.” Having said this, he turned and left. He was only focused on leaving angrily and didn’t notice that at a corner teahouse’s elegant seating area, Su Zixuan and her servant were also watching here. Su Zixuan murmured: “Leaning on heaven, illuminating the sea, flowers countless; flowing water, high mountains, the heart knows itself. Zeng Guofan is clarifying his intentions – he absolutely won’t rebel.” A trace of disappointment flashed across her face. “He trusts the court so much, believing the court won’t kill the donkey after unloading the millstone? I don’t believe it. Even if that’s really the case, I cannot give up here!”

“I remember Miss saying that in today’s Great Qing, besides Zeng Guofan, no one else has the prestige to call out from high places, and moreover the Xiang Army only listens to his commands. Since he refuses to rebel, what other methods do we have? We can’t put a knife to his throat, can we?”

“I’ve spent years of effort – nine-tenths of the mountain is built, I cannot fail at the last moment. The Xiang Army’s generals have actually already rebelled in effect. As long as there’s one more appropriate reason to make the common people also stand with the Xiang Army against the court, when these two waves combine, Zeng Guofan won’t be able to avoid taking a step forward.” Su Zixuan’s eyes were bright and crystalline, her gaze deep as pond water, never leaving the Governor’s residence main gate.

“Manager, please give me one more chance. I definitely will…” At the entrance of Jardine Matheson’s Shanghai headquarters, a foreigner carrying a suitcase was pleading bitterly.

Standing before him with hands behind his back was also a foreigner, but dressed much more impressively, his face full of disdain. He beckoned a servant with his finger and threw a ship ticket on the ground.

“Jardine Matheson is a first-class place that only needs first-class talent, not trash like you.”

“I just had bad luck and encountered a Qing person with even worse luck than mine. Otherwise I would already be earning huge profits for the company right now.”

“Huge profits? The words sound nice, but no matter how many words you have, they can’t compare to colorful British pounds. I only see you wagging your tail and begging like a dog, but I don’t see the profits you once promised to bring the company. I’ll say it once more – I want people who can make money for Jardine Matheson. Trash who can only talk get the farther away the better.” The foreigner called “Manager” looked at the man before him with disgusted eyes and waved his hand impatiently.

Foreigners quarreling in the street wasn’t common, and a crowd of Chinese onlookers had already gathered around, though unfortunately no one could understand the gibberish these two were speaking. “Mr. Richard!” someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly, almost stumbling forward and nearly falling to the ground.

The crowd made a commotion, seeing this person who burst in wearing tattered clothes, his face dirty with streaks of blue and purple, his body emitting a foul stench – clearly a beggar. That “Richard” was also greatly startled, staring intently for a few moments, then suddenly also shouting: “You… it’s you…” Not caring about the other’s filthy condition, he grabbed his collar and pointed at this beggar’s face, saying to the Manager: “This is the person I mentioned. He’s the most famous and wealthy merchant in the Great Qing, the one who promised to share Lianghuai salt field stocks with Jardine Matheson. He can prove I wasn’t lying.”

Unfortunately his words only earned a burst of laughter.

“This foreign devil must be crazy. I’d bet that even searching this beggar’s entire body, you couldn’t find a single copper coin. If he’s a great wealthy man, then wouldn’t I be the emperor?”

Seeing people didn’t believe him and the Manager’s face also bore a mocking smile, Richard grew anxious and shouted at the beggar: “Master Li, tell them – how did you promise me originally?”

Hearing him call a beggar “Master,” people were even more delighted, waiting to see how this good show would continue.

“Richard, first tell me who this gentleman is?” The beggar didn’t speak for quite a while, but when he opened his mouth it was fluent foreign language, immediately shocking everyone around, including the arrogant Manager who surprisingly removed his cigar and looked the “beggar” up and down.

This “beggar” was none other than Li Qin, who had fled for his life. Since he could remember, he had never suffered so much. Afraid of being captured by the authorities, he dared not take main roads, always climbing mountains and crossing ridges. When his dry rations were finished and he had nowhere to buy food, he dug wild vegetable roots and chewed them raw, which upset his stomach, causing him to vomit and have diarrhea until he collapsed unconscious in a wild mountain hollow, nearly becoming wolf food. With great difficulty he emerged from the deep mountains, had to disguise himself as a beggar, smearing his face with mud, not daring to enter inns or restaurants along the way. When hungry he begged for food, when tired he slept roughly in broken temples at village edges, waking to hurry on his way.

Having walked like this for over ten days, Li Qin felt as if he had fallen into hell. When he finally glimpsed Shanghai’s city walls, he was already in rags, having truly become a real beggar.

But at this moment he summoned his full spirit, his eyes tightly fixed on this foreigner standing imperiously before the foreign firm, like grasping a life-saving straw.

“This is Mr. John Bred, formerly Jardine Matheson’s chief representative at the East India Company. Since last year, he’s taken full charge of all Jardine Matheson’s business in the Great Qing. Among us British merchants, his word carries the most weight.” Richard spread his hands forward, pleading urgently: “Master Li, because of your broken promise, I’m about to be sent back to England. Please definitely testify for me and explain clearly what happened originally.”

Li Qin ignored his latter words, staring at Manager John for a long while, then suddenly said: “So you’re the one who decides Jardine Matheson’s affairs?” Manager John grunted acknowledgment. To him, Chinese people had many more strange and curious ways than Indians. He couldn’t understand how this beggar could speak English, and looking at the situation, Richard wasn’t lying either. But why would a wealthy merchant fall to begging on the streets? He still didn’t understand these things, but Li Qin’s next action made him suddenly moved.

Li Qin reached into his breast, feeling from next to his skin for a dirty oiled paper package. As if holding his life and fortune, he carefully unwrapped it layer by layer, taking out a document stamped with the Ministry of Revenue’s purple clay seal and shaking it before Manager John’s eyes.

“I can no longer use this paper, but I can sign a document transferring it to Jardine Matheson. This is probably a bigger deal than you’ve ever done. Do as I say, and you’ll become richer than the Queen of England.”

Manager John squinted at the young man across from him, his eyes slowly beginning to glow. He said to Richard: “Tear up that ship ticket. From today, you’ll be entertaining this Mr. Li. He’s our firm’s most honored guest – there must be no slightest neglect, understand?”

Richard was stunned, then nodded wildly with joy, saying to Li Qin: “Master Li, please come with me.”

Li Qin let out a long breath, seemingly oblivious to Richard’s words, but instead gazed steadily toward the direction he had come from, toward that invisible Jiangning City – the place where he had met defeat, his “Waterloo” as foreigners would say. His eyes were full of resolute hatred as he murmured: “Gu Pingyuan, I won’t wait ten years. Even if I have to burn down this entire Great Qing with one fire, I’ll watch you turn to ash.”

The banks of the Qinhuai River hadn’t been this lively for a long time. Romantic Qinhuai, ten li of pleasure quarters, boat lights and oar shadows coming and going like shuttles, reflecting Jiangnan’s elegant refined atmosphere. Meixiang Tower – Li Xiangjun’s villa that had been destroyed in the war to recapture Jiangning – had already been restored to new condition, its main gate painted repeatedly with black lacquer until it gleamed like a mirror. But the Jiangnan Imperial Examination Hall across the river still had mottled main gates, with last year’s withered grass on the walls trembling slightly in the cold wind, looking desolate and helpless.

Zeng Guofan had adopted Secretary Xue’s suggestion to repair pleasure quarters rather than the examination hall, which truly amazed Jiangnan’s scholars. Actually this was Gu Pingyuan’s idea conveyed through Secretary Xue – a brilliantly flowing Qinhuai River would be the best proof of Jiangnan’s recovery, sure to attract countless outside merchants to do business here. When silver flowed like water into Jiangning’s treasury, would there be any worry about lacking money to repair the examination hall?

Zeng Guofan wasn’t a false moralist and immediately saw the wisdom of this, expressing his support by specifically ordering the Lianghuai salt field stock subscription meeting to be held at Meixiang Tower, personally attending in an eight-bearer sedan chair to offer congratulations. With his arrival, Jiangning’s civil and military officials naturally had to follow, and the street outside was immediately lined with official sedan chairs.

This made Qiao Henian, who was presiding over the affair, extremely delighted. Though Gu Pingyuan remained cool toward him, Old Master Hu, who had come at special invitation from afar, was very courteous to Qiao Henian because he had once served as a local magistrate in Huizhou with policies benefiting the people. Qiao Henian was very satisfied with this, and with Zeng Guofan’s personal attendance, his face seemed gilded with gold as he bustled about energetically.

For today’s grand event, Qiao Henian had truly spared no effort. The main hall was converted into a rest and conversation area for the Governor, Provincial Governor and several supervisory officials, with a gauze screen in front to block out miscellaneous people. A soft couch was set in the center front for Zeng Guofan, with seats for officials of seventh rank and above arranged on both sides. Inside the second gate, a row of blue vats was temporarily arranged, filled with precious trees transplanted from the south, making the entire courtyard lush with greenery. In the open space between front and rear courtyards, a opera stage had been erected in three days, with many seats arranged in front for businessmen and officials below seventh rank to watch opera and drink tea. Additionally, all manner of delicate pastries, tea foods, wine and dishes, brushes and ink, paper and inkstones were all ordered from old established shops – the finest goods arranged neatly.

“This Commissioner Qiao truly has strategic wisdom in his breast. Do you know why these tree species transplanted from Guangzhou could remain so luxuriant and spirited throughout the journey here?” Zeng Guofan smiled to the Jiangning Provincial Financial and Judicial Commissioners.

Seeing him so happy, everyone naturally wanted to humor him. The Financial Commissioner smiled: “I recall in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio there was a Taoist who could plant seeds and instantly grow trees. Could it be that an immortal descended to lend him a hand?”

“How could such a thing happen? These trees were all transported by sea to river to Xiaguan dock.”

“This… that’s at least ten days’ voyage, yet the branches and leaves stand upright and so green – truly incomprehensible?” The Financial Commissioner, Judicial Commissioner and others all shook their heads.

“It’s not so mysterious once explained.” Qiao Henian at the side smiled in explanation: “This subordinate had people use local soil as ballast, planting the trees right in the soil, watering them daily with fresh water until reaching Jiangning, then transplanting them with soil and all – naturally there was no sign of acclimatization problems.”

“Oh, so that’s it. Commissioner Qiao is truly brilliantly intelligent.” Everyone praised in chorus.

But Qiao Henian knew not to be too conspicuously clever before others, especially these superiors who with one step could replace him. He changed the subject, saying to Zeng Guofan: “Your Excellency, the appointed time has arrived. Please come out to observe the ceremony.”

While they talked inside, conversation also continued outside. Old Master Hu seemed particularly excited today, constantly stroking his beard and smiling, saying to Gu Pingyuan: “Nephew, these old eyes aren’t dim yet. You’re remarkable – the Li Family of the Capital with such a great reputation, yet you managed to bring it down when you said you would. We Hui merchants have truly raised our heads proudly this time.”

He patted Gu Pingyuan’s shoulder: “As for the grievances and grudges between you and the Li family, no one could have imagined these were all karmic cause and effect, with heavenly numbers in the mysterious depths. You shouldn’t think about it anymore.” He puffed on his pipe: “Heh, I say that Li Wantang in Shanxi, in the capital, in Huizhou, repeatedly stirring up the commercial world – that wasn’t the conservative style of capital merchants at all. So he also had Hui merchant foundations – no wonder then.”

“Old Master, I want to return home to observe mourning for my mother. The Lianghuai salt field matter will depend entirely on you.” Gu Pingyuan had actually comforted himself this way in his heart, but thinking it over repeatedly, he somehow always remembered the old abbot’s words from Wubian Temple years ago: “Your life is entangled with evil karma, with difficulties hard to fathom. If you cannot close your door and hide your traces, washing stones and pillowing streams, then both those before your eyes and those behind you will all suffer your burden and find it hard to achieve good endings.” Those before his eyes naturally referred to his mother, younger brother, Old Fourth Chang, his teacher’s family; those behind referred to the unborn child – all had suffered because of his involvement. Gu Pingyuan originally didn’t believe in fate, but successive blows made his heart ache like being twisted with a knife whenever he thought of this, which was why he wanted to escape the world and live in seclusion.

Old Master Hu, who had believed in Buddhism his entire life, was also moved to surprise upon hearing this and shook his head: “With your commercial talent, to simply abandon it unused – I really can’t bear it. Honestly speaking, among the younger generation of Hui merchants, you’re the one I have highest hopes for. Don’t think that because I’m old my heart is old too. This time I originally planned to discuss with you using the profits from operating the salt fields as a separate fund to specifically trade with foreigners, so we too can open cargo ships to England, America and other places to earn their real gold and silver.”

“Old Master…” Looking at the white-haired and bearded old gentleman, Gu Pingyuan didn’t know what to say for a moment. He too was a man of feeling, and seeing even the Hui merchant elder had such ambitious aspirations while he himself at a young age was like defeated grass, he truly felt somewhat ashamed.

“These matters can be discussed slowly later. Your state of mind is poor – this old man naturally understands. Tomorrow let’s go stroll Purple Mountain. When my heart is unhappy I like to climb high and look far, to see distant places, and then current matters don’t seem so important.” Old Master Hu comforted him.

Gu Pingyuan knew his thoughts had been seen through and blushed, just about to respond when he saw Zeng Guofan accompanied by numerous officials already coming out from the inner room.

Zeng Guofan nodded and smiled as he greeted everyone present. Everyone naturally hastened to return the courtesy and came together to the large opera stage outside. Indeed a long writing desk had been prepared, with a folded document placed on it covered densely with names – these were shareholders with smaller stake amounts. As for the names of the ten major shareholders, they needed to be signed one by one before everyone’s eyes, then sent to the household section of Jiangning Provincial Financial Commissioner’s office for filing and record-keeping.

Zeng Guofan’s mood today was clearly better than that day at Tongqing Restaurant. At the merchants’ request, he wrote in thick ink the four large characters “Salt Profit, Discuss Profit” on red paper, then said: “In business discussing business, speaking of profit is not improper. However, salt is goods relating to national rise and fall and people’s well-being, not ordinary items. When discussing salt’s profits, I hope you gentlemen can remember this commodity’s importance and not merely pursue profit, lest you repeat predecessors’ mistakes.”

“Yes, we respectfully follow Your Excellency’s instruction.” Led by Old Master Hu, everyone answered with sincere conviction.

“Thanks to Your Excellency’s favor, the Li family has long since been reduced to nothing, yet is still brought up for discussion – it seems they truly earned Lord Zeng’s disgust.” Just then, someone’s voice rang out as they walked in from outside.

Upon seeing this person’s appearance, everyone was struck dumb with amazement, momentarily losing all reaction, staring blankly at him. Especially Qiao Henian, who shuddered as if seeing a ghost crawl out from a tomb.

“Li Qin!” Gu Pingyuan hadn’t planned to take the lead in this setting, but seeing Li Qin suddenly appear, he couldn’t suppress the fury in his breast and strode forward.

His angry shout awakened Qiao Henian, who knew he couldn’t let Li Qin reveal the truth. He shouted at the bailiffs at the side: “Are you all dead men? This is a serious criminal wanted by the authorities – why haven’t you seized him!”

The bailiffs moved to obey, advancing several steps before stopping and staring stupidly ahead. Not only them, but everyone including Qiao Henian was nearly dumbfounded, watching helplessly as several foreigners and interpreters came in from behind, blocking Li Qin’s front.

Manager John still wore that insufferably arrogant expression, sweeping his gaze over everyone present and saying to Li Qin: “You translate for them.”

“Yes.” Li Qin nodded, with a trace of smugness, shouting loudly toward all the officials and merchants present, especially in Zeng Guofan’s direction: “This is Manager John, the chief representative of British Jardine Matheson stationed in the Great Qing. I think you should all know the weight of this position. Offending the British consul is nothing, but if you offend Jardine Matheson… heh, you all know the consequences.”

Some young people still didn’t take it seriously, but Old Master Hu and other older generation businessmen all changed color immediately upon hearing “Jardine Matheson.” They all still remembered that over twenty years ago, when Liangguang Governor-General Lin Zexu wouldn’t permit Jardine Matheson to sell opium in the Great Qing, the firm’s manager actually managed to persuade the British government to send warships to fight, signing a treaty right here below Jiangning city. Not only did they achieve five-port trade and opium legalization, but they also had Lin Zexu exiled to Xinjiang. Most heartbreaking and humiliating to Great Qing businessmen was that Jardine Matheson actually forced the Great Qing court to compensate at double price for the opium Lin Zexu had destroyed at Humen, afterwards even claiming this was a profitable transaction.

From that time forward, no one dared easily provoke Jardine Matheson. Everyone knew that though they held an abacus in their left hand, they wielded foreign guns and cannons in their right, with the British fleet as backing – truly untouchable.

Zeng Guofan naturally understood this even better. He too was unwilling to provoke this bandit merchant, but in this situation, as the court’s highest official in Liangjiang, he couldn’t avoid taking a stand.

Zeng Guofan had originally wanted to gloss over the matter lightly, avoiding conflict with the British in front of everyone, but just as the words reached his lips, the self-respect of a Great Qing official stopped him. He said coldly: “Mr. John, this person is a serious criminal wanted by the authorities. Wanted posters are plastered everywhere. Since he’s appeared here, the authorities naturally must arrest him. Please step aside to avoid being used by others.”

“No. You’re wrong. He’s not your criminal, but Jardine Matheson’s comprador, and also our interpreter. In other words, he’s an employee of Jardine Matheson, and may even settle in Britain in the future. According to the treaty signed between the British Empire and the Qing state, you cannot arrest him. Even if he committed some crime, he must be tried under consular jurisdiction.” Manager John shook his head in rebuttal.

No one had expected such a result – Li Qin had transformed himself and was now under Jardine Matheson’s protection. The crowd couldn’t help but clamor, their faces showing indignant anger.

Li Qin looked at no one else, only at Gu Pingyuan. Seeing his furious glare, he slowly walked over with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, letting out a cold laugh.

“What are you glaring about? So what if you clearly know I sent people to kill your father-in-law Chang Si? I’ll also tell you – I ordered the ship burned too. Yes! Gu Pingwen died by my hand, and I also hired those who went to Jinshan Temple to kill. So your son also died because of me – so what?” Li Qin’s expression was indescribable – seeming joyful yet sorrowful, mad yet insane. Facing everyone’s angry, shocked, or disgusted gazes without concern, he continued loudly: “This makes you unbearable? Hahahaha! You should know Gu Pingyuan’s wife was first slept with by me, and the tea of the Li Wantang couple was also poisoned by people I sent. Not only did I kill fathers and mothers, murder brothers and defile sisters-in-law, I also conveniently poisoned an entire village. It’s just a pity Great Qing law can’t judge me, and Great Qing’s blade can’t kill me.” Li Qin laughed wantonly – these people had destroyed his everything, so now he would destroy the three bonds and five constants in response.

Who had ever heard anyone so directly confess to committing such heinous crimes against heaven and human ethics? Everyone was so shocked they seemed to stop breathing. “You’re insane…” Gu Pingyuan had moved beyond anger, looking at this “younger brother” before him in disbelief.

“I’m insane? Hehe, I remember your nickname was ‘Madman.’ No, I’m not insane – you will be the ones going mad.” Li Qin grinned with vengeful satisfaction, then glanced at Manager John beside him.

Manager John said: “I hear you’re distributing Lianghuai salt field shares here. This is truly ridiculous – Li Qin is the true owner of the Lianghuai salt fields. He’s already transferred the permit granted by the Qing government to our Jardine Matheson free of charge. According to commercial rules, the Lianghuai salt fields should continue to be operated by Jardine Matheson.”

“Li Qin, what audacity!” Upon hearing this, Zeng Guofan was momentarily stunned, then understood immediately and angrily rebuked.

Li Qin grinned: “Lord Zeng, didn’t you hear what I just said? I’ve committed crimes worthy of death by a thousand cuts – naturally my audacity isn’t small. But this matter isn’t between you and me. I’ve signed all the documents I needed to sign. What follows is between Jardine Matheson and the Great Qing.”

Seeing his shamelessness, Zeng Guofan knew this person no longer cared about propriety, righteousness, or shame – completely unreasonable. He turned to Manager John: “All the Li family’s assets have been confiscated. This person has absolutely nothing – you’ve been deceived by him.”

“Governor, you must understand that the operating rights to the Lianghuai salt fields are merely a permit the Qing government gave the Li family, not a sale. This permit is just a right that has no monetary value in law and cannot be confiscated.”

“Since it was given to him, it can naturally be taken back,” Old Master Hu interjected.

“That’s true. But it would require your Ministry of Revenue to act. Unfortunately, you can no longer reclaim the right given to the Li family, because as I said, Mr. Li Qin has already fully transferred it to Jardine Matheson. If you want to reclaim it, you’ll have to reclaim it from Jardine Matheson. However, the reasons for reclamation must be sufficient – British merchants aren’t easily bullied.” Manager John glared menacingly.

Most people present now understood. When Li Qin originally fled, his family assets were completely confiscated, leaving him powerless to operate the salt fields – equivalent to complete defeat with no possibility of comeback. So no one had paid attention to that court document permitting the Li family to operate the Lianghuai salt fields. Unexpectedly, the situation had taken a sharp turn – Li Qin could make a brilliant move from a hopeless position, handing the Lianghuai salt fields to foreigners, using this useless document to gain British protection.

Zeng Guofan looked grimly at the Ministry of Revenue document in Manager John’s hand – this flimsy piece of paper now seemed heavier than Mount Tai in his eyes.

“Business principles should be the same throughout the world – just fair buying and selling,” someone suddenly spoke. It was Gu Pingyuan, looking directly at Manager John: “The British must also be reasonable. Originally the salt fields were divided three ways. When the Four Great Hengs later withdrew, their remaining shares were split equally between the Li and Wang families. So Li Qin only holds half the salt fields – the operating rights he can transfer to Jardine Matheson are only half.”

“This…” Manager John knew this was true. “Half is fine too – even half of the Lianghuai salt fields’ profits would be considerable.” This was what Li Qin had taught him – Li Qin knew that neither the court nor the merchants would agree to give half of the empire’s greatest profit source to the British for nothing. Let’s see how they respond, then act accordingly.

Gu Pingyuan walked up to Li Qin. These two had been antagonists from north to south – old enemies. But his gaze was like looking at a stranger, his voice containing no emotion: “Actually, I once admired you too – when you set up the city gate pawn shop in Taigu, winning all the customers far and near. You were then a true businessman, using a businessman’s methods.”

Li Qin had expected Gu Pingyuan to curse or even throw punches, never imagining he would say such words. Even more unexpected – what he had always wanted was for Gu Pingyuan to look up to him with high regard, yet he had already earned his respect back in Shanxi’s Taigu. Li Qin was stunned, staring blankly at this “elder brother” before him, his lips moving several times without making a sound.

“It’s just a pity you degraded yourself too quickly. Now in my eyes you are nothing – not even worth keeping in my heart to hate. That said, if you had simply disappeared without a trace, that would have been fine. After all, Heaven played such a joke – you having this evil karma with the Gu family, I wouldn’t want to drive you to extinction, believing Heaven wouldn’t spare you. But since you’ve returned to stir up trouble, I absolutely won’t show mercy. You will definitely regret this.”

Gu Pingyuan’s voice was unhurried but contained unquestionable finality. Even Manager John, who always looked down on Chinese people, felt a chill from the coldness in this man’s tone.

Li Qin was first stunned, then actually became angrier at Gu Pingyuan’s words, saying proudly: “Hmph, a hard mouth isn’t as hard as silver. No matter how capable you are, you can’t be more powerful than the British. I’ll just watch how you die!”

“Two hours already – why is there still no movement? So anxious!” Outside the Governor’s residence, Old Master Hu paced back and forth. This old ginger-spiced character was truly less composed than Gu Pingyuan when it came to steadiness.

Gu Pingyuan, Manager Peng and others surrounded him, along with many Liangjiang merchants concerned about the matter who lingered, all waiting for the outcome of this commercial negotiation inside the Governor’s residence.

“Governor Zeng isn’t like ordinary governors. He also said today that the Lianghuai salt fields concern national survival – he won’t yield easily,” Gu Pingyuan comforted.

“But the British aren’t pushovers either. They have strong ships and cannons – if reasoning doesn’t work, they can fight it out. Lord Lin suffered this loss back then.” Old Master Hu, having witnessed it personally, looked worried.

“And that Li Qin – truly not human! More poisonous than a wolf cub by three parts. Had we known this earlier, back when Huizhou was in chaos with war and famine, we should have found someone to hack him to death with one blow – that would have been acting for Heaven.” Manager Hao was also nearby, angrily slapping his thigh.

Mentioning Li Qin’s name now, everyone felt extreme hatred while also feeling chilled. The reason was simple – no one had ever seen such a ruthless person who could do things so absolutely. Everyone turned their gazes to Gu Pingyuan, with sympathy and worry, but more expressing their support for him.

Gu Pingyuan said nothing. That Li Qin had taken things this far was truly beyond his expectations. Now there was no need for much thought – not a single step could be yielded. Even risking life and fortune, Li Qin absolutely could not be allowed to succeed.

Just as he was thinking, Manager Fei suddenly pointed ahead: “That foreigner is coming out.”

Manager John strutted out first, looking at this group of Great Qing merchants across the street, curling his lip and asking Li Qin: “Are they the ones?”

“Yes.” Li Qin answered simply, then added: “These are all very wealthy Great Qing merchants.”

“You say that because you haven’t seen Jardine Matheson’s wealth.” Manager John said disdainfully. “Competing with them would be effortless for Jardine Matheson – it would just delay us a few days.” Saying this, he laughed heartily and swaggered away.

Secretary Xue followed behind, coming out together. His expression was very poor. He invited Gu Pingyuan, Old Master Hu and others into the signing room, and after serving tea, frowned: “Though the matter has been discussed, the trouble is still ahead.”

“What’s wrong?” Gu Pingyuan asked urgently.

“The foreigners are truly unreasonable. They insist that Li Qin’s transfer of salt field monopoly rights to them is set in stone, indisputable. If the authorities or court don’t acknowledge this, they’ll petition the British government. With such huge losses, the British government certainly won’t let it go.”

“So they’re threatening us with war?” Old Master Hu, seeing his guess was correct, became even more anxious.

“Exactly. No matter how responsible Lord Zeng is, he dare not take this risk. We’ve fought the British twice, losing both times with territory ceded and indemnities paid, losing sovereignty and suffering humiliation. Emperors Daoguang and Xianfeng both died of melancholy over this. How dare we lightly speak of war with foreigners now? Moreover, Lord Zeng has always had an immovable principle regarding foreign affairs: ‘Never let provocations originate from us.'”

“We can all understand Lord Zeng’s difficulties, but are we really going to hand over the Lianghuai salt fields to foreigners?” Gu Pingyuan asked.

“Naturally it won’t come to that. Lord Zeng’s staff includes many experts familiar with foreign affairs. Just now, based on international law, we argued with Manager John and the foreigner finally acknowledged they only possess half the salt field operating rights.”

Half? Simply put, that was tens of millions of taels of silver annually given to foreigners. Everyone felt like a great stone pressed on their hearts, their chests filled with rage. But they also believed Zeng Guofan had fought as far as possible to achieve this result – if it had been Wu Tang, the entire Lianghuai salt fields might have gone to Jardine Matheson.

Seeing everyone’s grave expressions, Secretary Xue blinked and suddenly added: “This matter has further developments, roughly related to you gentlemen.”

“Oh?” Gu Pingyuan and others immediately paid attention, staring intently at Secretary Xue.

“At the time I also thought that achieving this result, though barely satisfactory, was all we could do facing foreigners. Unexpectedly, Lord Zeng was waiting for this moment to make another suggestion.”

Zeng Guofan had unexpectedly proposed that if Jardine Matheson wanted to obtain full operating rights to the Lianghuai salt fields, it wasn’t impossible. The firm could compete with Great Qing merchants in financial strength – within one month’s limit, whoever could contribute more silver to Jiangning’s treasury would gain the entire salt fields.

Secretary Xue added: “This silver would naturally be allocated to the Ministry of Revenue’s national treasury in the future, otherwise Lord Zeng would be hard-pressed to escape blame.” Even so, Zeng Guofan bore great responsibility – ordinary governors would never dare propose such a risky idea. But Zeng Guofan knew that if the matter were pushed to Beijing’s Foreign Office, the Great Qing might lose both wealth and territory. Rather than that, better to gamble everything – if domestic merchants won, they could keep the Lianghuai salt fields and make the foreigners retreat in face of difficulty.

“What if we lose? Would the salt fields really all go to foreigners?”

“Lord Zeng has handled foreign affairs in Liangjiang for years and deeply knows foreigners’ aggressive nature – give them an inch and they take a mile. Once they get a foothold in the Lianghuai salt fields, they’ll definitely find ways to monopolize the rights. This isn’t as simple as dealing with the Li Family of the Capital.” Secretary Xue sighed. “If foreigners get half, they’ll definitely scheme to seize the other half too. They need only keep looking for opportunities to provoke, threatening war, and eventually the entire Lianghuai salt fields will fall into their hands.”

“Rather than that, better to decide the outcome from the start. To put it more plainly, the Governor is gambling once with the foreigners.” Zeng Guofan’s slightly weary voice came from outside the door.

“Your Excellency!” Everyone rose.

Zeng Guofan waved his hand, his brow also tightly furrowed: “If we win, no need to say more. If we lose, then consider it selling the Lianghuai salt fields’ operating rights to foreigners – better than being robbed by them without getting a penny. Moreover, they’d still have to pay salt taxes when operating, so for the Great Qing there’s no difference.”

“Lord Zeng!” Old Master Hu stood up, his expression indignant: “I understand and comprehend everything said before, but forgive this old man for not agreeing with that last sentence.”

Hearing this, Zeng Guofan didn’t become angry, only quietly looked at Old Master Hu.

“The Lianghuai salt fields are wealth Heaven granted the Great Qing. Why should all that silver be earned by foreigners? If that really happens, every Great Qing merchant should die of shame – what business would there be left to do!” Saying this, Old Master Hu stamped his foot and headed outside.

“Old Master, where are you going?” Gu Pingyuan quickly called after him.

Old Master Hu turned back, his eyes reddened, his voice trembling: “I previously failed the expectations of Lords Tao and Lin. This time foreigners want to act as bandits again – this old man cannot simply let it go.” He cupped his hands toward Zeng Guofan: “Lord Zeng, didn’t you entrust this matter to us merchants? Good, I’ll go raise silver. Even if it costs my old life, foreigners won’t touch a single finger of the salt fields!” Having said this, he strode away without looking back.

“Manager Peng.” Gu Pingyuan watched the old man’s retreating figure and picked up the pipe he’d dropped in his excitement. “Take this to Old Master, accompany him, and don’t let the elderly gentleman have any problems from anxiety.”

“Alright, leave it to me.” Manager Peng hurried after him.

“In official matters, this is all we can do. If we get too deeply involved, it might give the British government another pretext to send troops.” Zeng Guofan sighed lightly. “Sigh, who could have thought that preserving the Great Qing’s dignity would depend on you merchants? What Old Master Hu said is right – isn’t this also the shame of Great Qing officials?”

“Your Excellency needn’t worry too deeply. Merchants’ shoulders aren’t so easily crushed. Since Your Excellency has placed your bet on us, please be assured – we will certainly do our utmost and won’t allow foreign merchants to act wantonly in our Great Qing.” Gu Pingyuan looked into Zeng Guofan’s eyes for a long time, then nodded solemnly.

The more urgent things became, the more issues arose. Gu Pingyuan had wanted to return home early, but trivial matters related to raising silver came one after another. Fortunately, besides Manager Fei, Manager Hao was also helping. Even so, it wasn’t until the sun’s shadow slanted west that Gu Pingyuan returned to Shunde Tea House’s inner courtyard.

“Yu’er, you…” Gu Pingyuan entered the courtyard and stared dumbfounded at everything before him.

The helpless Gu Yuting was frantically pulling at the furious Liu Heita, and if not for several “laborers” who moved goods in the tea house helping, she couldn’t have restrained Liu Heita who was like a mad tiger. Nearby were also the Peng family’s womenfolk and servants, all watching in panic.

At the courtyard gate, Chang Yu’er stood quietly with a small bundle in her hand, having waited for him for who knows how long.

Gu Pingyuan first looked at his wife. When their eyes met, Gu Pingyuan’s heart felt like it had been suddenly carved with a knife, the pain cutting to the bone and flesh. Chang Yu’er’s expression was truly unbearable to look at directly – those eyes didn’t even contain pain and despair, only a deep helplessness as profound as an abyss, without any trace of life.

You can save a drowning person, but you can never revive someone who doesn’t want to breathe.

“I’m leaving.” Chang Yu’er looked at her husband and said softly.

Gu Pingyuan stared at his wife and shook his head.

“I cannot remain to be your shame and laughingstock. That’s not what I want, and I cannot accept it.” Chang Yu’er was almost simultaneously shaking her head. “Elder Brother Gu, it’s my fault. From today on, every day I spend by your side will be torment. If you truly care for me, let me go.”

Gu Pingyuan stood rigidly, staring blankly at Chang Yu’er as she spoke: “The day I married you in the capital, I had already renounced the world and entered religious life. Though I haven’t taken vows, I’m already Buddha’s person. Knowing you were traveling to distant frontiers with uncertain life and death, I returned to accompany you in facing death together. I shouldn’t have been your wife – I’m not worthy. I’m just too, too… Elder Brother Gu, please don’t blame me.” At this point, Chang Yu’er finally choked up, closing her eyes and fighting back tears.

Hearing these words, Gu Pingyuan felt his heart being twisted like a knife. His mind kept flashing scenes of getting to know Chang Yu’er – from being saved by her sacrifice to crossing the Black Water Marsh together, from Chang Yu’er’s brave infiltration of the Mongol camp to becoming a servant in the Wang household, from her audience with the Prince Monk seeking only to die together with him to following her father searching for him everywhere, from Old Fourth Chang’s deathbed entrustment of his daughter to Chang Yu’er’s willingness to live alone in the frontier forever… She had followed him alone to Huizhou, thousands of li from home, for nothing but her devoted love for him.

Looking at Chang Yu’er, as fragile and helpless as duckweed in the wind, seeing her reluctant yet tearless expression, Gu Pingyuan was too heartbroken to speak. He suddenly understood that his love for Chang Yu’er had actually long surpassed his feelings for Bai Yimei. Only now, at the moment of parting, did he truly feel how difficult this affection was to relinquish – so much so that “separation” was like having limbs severed, piercing to the heart and unbearably painful.

After a moment, Chang Yu’er took a deep breath and went to the group of people in chaos. She bent down, placing her hand on Liu Heita’s hand, initially saying nothing, just quietly looking at him. Her unusually calm attitude was like plunging red-hot iron into water – Liu Heita’s body shook as he stared at his sister.

“Elder Brother, listen to me. Just heal your wounds properly – don’t go fighting people desperately. They have foreigners as backing. If you go, it’s just throwing your life away needlessly.”

“Little sister.” Liu Heita’s voice was trembling. “Father saved my life when I was small and raised me with his own hands. That bastard dared harm Father – if I don’t avenge this, am I even human? Moreover, moreover he actually did that to you… Sigh!” Liu Heita heavily punched the ground, cracking a square brick. He hated that despite his martial arts skills, he couldn’t protect his only two family members.

“Revenge must certainly be taken. But killing pays for killing – could I and Elder Brother Gu just watch you go to your death? Don’t forget how Wang Tiangui used this very point in Shanxi to set a trap for you. We can’t be fooled twice.” Chang Yu’er’s tone was calm, with no trace of resentment, yet every word was clear and audible. “Leave this matter to Elder Brother Gu – he’ll definitely avenge our Chang family. You must trust him and absolutely cannot be used by others at this critical moment.”

Liu Heita was stunned for a long while, thinking about his sister’s words. His hand unconsciously relaxed, and the chain whip fell to the ground with a clang. Seeing this, everyone else also released their hold, only Gu Yuting still gently supporting him.

Liu Heita stood there in a daze, his eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness. He slowly limped to Gu Pingyuan’s side and suddenly kowtowed. Gu Yuting couldn’t help him up, so she simply knelt down beside him in tears.

Gu Pingyuan was startled and quickly reached out to help him up, but Liu Heita stubbornly refused to raise his head. This man who had always feared neither heaven nor earth pressed his hands firmly into the brick cracks, his fingernails splitting and bleeding, his voice heavy and muffled like a wolf’s cry: “Elder Brother Gu, I beg you, you must avenge Father and sister Yu’er, otherwise I won’t rest in peace even in death!”

Amid a chorus of sighs, Chang Yu’er walked past with her head lowered. She had actually thought for a long time, not knowing where she should go – perhaps the nunnery in the capital’s suburbs, or perhaps the Chang family’s old graves in Taigu. She suddenly missed that little house beneath Changbai Mountain very much.

A figure walked over, blocking her path. Without regard for so many people present, he pulled Chang Yu’er into his embrace, his arms holding her tightly as if wanting to merge with her completely. “If you leave, I don’t know why I live or for whom I live.”

With one sentence, Chang Yu’er’s tears flowed like a spring, almost collapsing in tears in Gu Pingyuan’s arms.

“Everything’s been settled?” Looking at the dust-covered Manager Hao, Gu Pingyuan asked.

“All settled. Here’s the contract, here are the bank notes. Good heavens, so many bank notes – not a single escort agency dared take this job. Finally I had to hire three escort agencies together to ensure my safe return to Jiangning.”

“So things went even more smoothly than imagined – silver and goods exchanged so quickly.” As Gu Pingyuan spoke, he picked up the contract to examine it. After just one glance, he exclaimed “Eh!” then took up the bank notes and roughly counted them, looking at Manager Hao in surprise.

“Brother Hao, this amount of silver isn’t right.”

“Too much, isn’t it?”

“Yes. To raise silver, I hastily sold the Lanxue tea gardens and mountains at a loss, expecting potential buyers to haggle down another twenty to thirty percent. But the silver you brought back is fully three times my asking price and more. What’s going on? How was this business conducted?”

“Ha!” Manager Hao sat down and slapped his thigh. “I won’t hide it from you – it’s been a long time since I encountered such a refreshing affair.”

Manager Hao’s business wasn’t negotiated at all, but rather a deal that came to their door. Fujian and Guangdong merchants joined together to buy Lanxue tea, offering this price right from the start.

“Little brother, as your elder brother I couldn’t ruin your reputation, so I told them the price was too high. But guess what they said? They said they’ve always been located in coastal commercial areas and suffered endless humiliation doing business with Jardine Matheson, but didn’t dare offend them. This time they deliberately bought Lanxue tea to help us raise silver – frankly speaking, it’s half purchase, half gift. They just hope you and the Liangjiang merchants can give Jardine Matheson a sound beating, making them fail to steal the chicken and lose the rice instead.”

“So that’s how it was.” Gu Pingyuan listened with surging emotions, nodding continuously.

“Exactly. Hearing this, what more could I say? I accepted the silver and came back.” Manager Hao also felt exceptionally happy, clicking his tongue repeatedly.

“This is unexpected wealth. Now it depends on how much silver Old Master Hu can raise.”

“Certainly no less than you young fellow, only more.” Just then, someone outside laughed heartily and stepped in – it was Old Master Hu.

Seeing the old man’s face showing an expression of clouds parting to reveal blue sky, Gu Pingyuan and Manager Hao exchanged smiles, knowing the old gentleman must have raised a large sum of silver on this trip.

“This amount should be enough!” Old Master Hu raised one finger, his face showing pride.

“So much silver – how did you manage to raise it, old sir?” Gu Pingyuan was extremely surprised. The Hu family had suffered great damage last time – even selling Tailai Tea House wouldn’t recover thirty percent of this silver. Moreover, Gu Pingyuan had been watching carefully and hadn’t noticed the Hu family selling properties.

“This old face of mine is still worth some silver.” Old Master Hu tapped his pipe bowl and smiled. “Hehe, this time I’ve really made things big. Nephew, you probably don’t know yet – at this very moment, all Hui merchant businesses have closed their doors.”

“Ah?!” This development truly surprised Gu Pingyuan. His mouth hung open for a long time before he said: “How could this be?”

“Money is the water of commerce – without water, the boat can’t sail. I gathered the Hui merchants together and convinced everyone to temporarily suspend business, pooling all available funds to fight the foreigners to the end.”

Manager Hao slapped his head: “I wondered why, when selling Lanxue tea at a loss with Hui merchants so close by, not a single one came to inquire about bidding – turns out all the silver was with the old master.”

“Old Master, you… you’ve truly had it hard.” Though the old gentleman spoke lightly, Gu Pingyuan knew how much persuasion and effort this must have taken. He was certain that though the Hu family’s properties hadn’t been sold, every brick and tile must have been mortgaged – otherwise they couldn’t have retrieved so much money.

“Don’t mention it, don’t mention it… it’s not time yet. When the day comes that the British get lost, we old fellows will have a proper drink together. Whatever needs saying can wait until then.” Old Master Hu waved his hand.

With this silver, Gu Pingyuan felt confident. What truly made the stone in his heart settle was Secretary Xue’s visit the next day.

“Don’t think Lord Zeng just pushed the merchants forward while staying out of it himself. These past days I nearly ran my legs off carrying out Lord Zeng’s instructions.” Secretary Xue sipped Lanxue tea, his eyes smiling.

What Zeng Guofan had ordered done was certainly no small matter. Gu Pingyuan and the others listened intently, their faces already showing joy upon hearing the first item.

Zeng Guofan had people spread word everywhere that British merchants planned to swallow the Lianghuai salt fields, using this opportunity to monopolize Great Qing’s commercial opportunities and seize profits originally belonging to other foreign merchants. When other foreign merchants learned of this, they were greatly alarmed – Britain was already powerful, and adding the Lianghuai salt fields would be too much. So all countries privately agreed that regardless of public or private matters, until this affair was resolved, they would maintain neutrality, especially absolutely refusing to lend money to British merchants.

“This is Lord Zeng’s strategy of ‘using barbarians to control barbarians,'” Secretary Xue said to everyone.

“This was exactly what I worried about day and night. Jardine Matheson’s silver is limited, but if they borrowed silver from other countries, there would be no limit. Now that Lord Zeng has helped cut off this money channel, it’s truly excellent.” Gu Pingyuan’s eyes showed excitement.

“Lord Zeng cut off more than just this money channel. He also had people inform all merchant guildhalls that recently in dealing with the British, goods could be sold out but not bought in. In other words, we’ll take British silver, but if they want to sell goods for cash, that’s absolutely impossible!”

“This time we’re certain to win.” Old Master Hu rose too quickly, swaying twice in his dizziness before standing steady, yet laughed heartily: “The revenge from twenty years ago finally has closure today. This time it’s our Great Qing merchants’ turn to hold our heads high proudly.”

But Gu Pingyuan regained his composure amid everyone’s laughter. According to the amounts they’d gathered, the silver they’d raised was sufficient to overwhelm Jardine Matheson. Even if they borrowed silver from other British merchants, they couldn’t possibly come from behind to win. However, since entering commerce, Gu Pingyuan had encountered too many situations where final defeat turned to victory. Not to mention others – even he often glimpsed hope in desperate situations and dealt heavy blows to opponents who thought victory was assured.

“This time, what countermeasures will Jardine Matheson and Li Qin have?” Gu Pingyuan’s thoughts unconsciously spoke aloud.

“Unless they seek aid from the British government, but there isn’t time. With ten thousand li of ocean between, even British steamships would take several months for a round trip. Moreover, this isn’t as simple as delivering a letter requesting aid. Even if Manager John has the ability to convince Britain to pay silver for Jardine Matheson, by the time that silver is shipped over, the day lilies will be cold.” Secretary Xue felt Gu Pingyuan was overthinking.

But Gu Pingyuan always felt an ominous premonition – this was his unusual trait, often sensing danger before it arrived.

After much thought, he finally sighed: “Know yourself and your enemy, and you’ll win every battle. We understand foreign merchants too little after all. Even guessing, we can’t figure out their countermeasures. We can only meet moves with countermoves.”

“Commissioner Qiao, you didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon, did you?” Li Qin smiled pleasantly, while across from him Qiao Henian’s face was gloomy, only glancing at him once without saying anything.

“You’re probably wondering why I invited you to this banquet. Actually, the one inviting you isn’t me, but Mr. John.” Li Qin pointed behind him, and from the inner room came Jardine Matheson’s manager.

Qiao Henian’s heart grew increasingly uneasy. He knew the best approach now was to adapt to circumstances and strike after the enemy, but the foreigner across from him also remained silent, just examining him with blue eyes. Qiao Henian finally couldn’t contain his impatience and asked: “Li Qin, your methods are indeed sophisticated – it seems I underestimated you. But grievances should be resolved rather than deepened. There’s no need to bring up past matters. Today’s wine isn’t really Mr. John’s invitation, but your idea, correct?”

“Commissioner Qiao remains so perceptive – you saw through it at once. Then I’ll speak plainly. Today Manager John wants to ask you something and hopes you’ll give a clear answer.”

Qiao Henian first quickly glanced at Manager John, confirming Li Qin spoke truthfully, then asked: “What matter?”

“I know Gu Pingyuan’s silver-raising has concluded. As Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner, you naturally know the details. We want to know exactly how much silver Gu Pingyuan has prepared to compete with Jardine Matheson.”

“Oh? Hahaha…” Qiao Henian was first startled, then burst into laughter. Manager John glared at him displeasedly: “What’s so funny about this?”

“At Qinhuai River before everyone, didn’t Jardine Matheson act like the world’s number one? What’s this – you also fear Gu Pingyuan?”

“That’s not how it is. According to foreign thinking, the more commercial intelligence the better. Understanding opponents’ details prevents being caught off guard. Moreover, though Manager John isn’t concerned, I know Gu Pingyuan is always full of schemes and must be guarded against.”

“But why should this official tell foreigners this ‘commercial intelligence’? Don’t tell me you want to threaten me with that day’s events? Hmph, without evidence or witnesses, I advise you not to invite humiliation.” Qiao Henian spoke lightly, then rose to leave.

“Wait!” Li Qin also rose, slowly walking to Qiao Henian’s front, suddenly drawing something from his sleeve. Qiao Henian thought it was a dagger and stepped back in alarm.

“Don’t be afraid – it’s just a document.” Li Qin had deliberately frightened him, speaking with mocking derision: “It seems the Commissioner has done too many guilty deeds and worries constantly.”

Qiao Henian snorted coldly, yet couldn’t help glancing curiously at the paper scroll in his hand.

“This thing isn’t unfamiliar to the Commissioner – you originally delivered it to me. Have you forgotten now?” Li Qin slowly unrolled the paper. Qiao Henian looked at several lines and suddenly understood – wasn’t this the memorial Gu Pingyuan had asked him to submit to the court proposing “Salt Connects the World”?

“Later I understood – the Commissioner also had his little calculation, fearing the Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner might go from gold-topped to silver-topped or even copper-topped, so you used the Li family’s hand against Gu Pingyuan. However, when Jardine Matheson eventually gains operating rights to the Lianghuai salt fields, I still intend to find ways to make the court approve this memorial.”

“This is your revenge against me?” Qiao Henian couldn’t help shaking his head, glancing at Manager John. “Doing this is like throwing foreign merchants’ silver into water just to hear the splash. Foreigners aren’t fools – will they let you manipulate them?”

“You’re wrong!” Manager John, who had been silent long, suddenly spoke. “If not for Mr. Li proposing this Salt Connects the World idea, whether Jardine Matheson would fully support him really wasn’t certain.”

“What do you mean?” Qiao Henian was truly confused. Salt Connects the World would dilute Lianghuai salt fields’ profits – even common people understood this principle. How could Manager John seem extremely pleased with this idea?

Li Qin glanced at Manager John, saw him nod slightly, then smiled: “Since we’re discussing cooperation, naturally we must show sincerity. Commissioner Qiao, I can tell you the reasons…”

Outside the window, north wind swept through the courtyard’s fallen leaves, the howling suddenly intensifying, as if even Heaven was unwilling to hear the conversation inside. Soon a winter rain began, the sparse raindrops seeming to wash away all the world’s intolerable evil deeds.

The rain hadn’t stopped when a figure appeared outside Shunde Tea House, knocking on the main gate.

Gu Pingyuan was awakened from sleep. When he came to the guest hall, he saw someone dressed entirely in black, even his hands wrapped in black cloth, still dripping water but refusing to sit, anxiously peering toward the inner hall.

“You are… Feng Cheng!” Gu Pingyuan was startled – wasn’t this the disciple of “Master Oar” from the Xiang Army navy? Last time, thanks to his warning, Gu Pingyuan had arrived in time to prevent the grain transport officials from searching the private salt warehouse. “Officer Feng, what brings you visiting so late at night?” Seeing his urgent expression, Gu Pingyuan knew the matter was serious.

“I dare not accept the title ‘Officer.'” Feng Cheng seemed somewhat at a loss, then thought and said: “Master Gu, could you please summon all those working with you on competing with foreigners for the salt fields? I have urgent matters to discuss – better said once before everyone.”

“Hmm!” Gu Pingyuan pondered briefly, then instructed the tea house night watchman: “Please ask Old Master Hu, Mr. Hao, Manager Peng, and Manager Fei to come to the front hall. Also…” he continued, “wake several more workers to guard front and back of the hall – don’t let any idle people approach.”

Seeing this arrangement, Feng Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

Soon everyone had gathered. Servants served fragrant tea then withdrew, closing the door behind them.

Gu Pingyuan introduced Feng Cheng to each person, concluding: “These are all good friends of mine who always handle matters discreetly. Officer Feng, speak freely – I guarantee absolute secrecy.”

“I naturally trust Master Gu’s friends.” Feng Cheng seemed to consider how to begin, then suddenly looked up: “Have you raised approximately this amount of silver?” He held up two fingers. Gu Pingyuan and Old Master Hu exchanged glances, both frowning. Gu Pingyuan made his decision and spoke frankly: “Indeed so. Additionally, there’s a batch of silver from the capital’s Hui merchant guild house on the way – about fifteen percent of that amount.”

“That’s good then.” Feng Cheng nodded. “Just now Jardine Matheson’s foreigners and that Li Qin specifically invited Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner Qiao Henian, learning your details from him during the meal.”

With these words, everyone was extremely shocked. Manager Hao shook his head first: “Unlikely. Even if Qiao is obsessed with officialdom, he has no need to curry favor with foreigners. Besides, once foreigners get the salt fields, would they regard a fourth-rank official? He’s so shrewd he’d surely think of this. Officer, did you mishear?”

“Absolutely not mistaken – I was right outside the window, hearing clearly. Moreover, that’s not all – there’s something you definitely can’t imagine.” This left everyone stunned again.

Feng Cheng repeated the conversation he’d heard word for word. When he finished, Gu Pingyuan and others looked at each other, truly dumbfounded.

Manager Hao felt his scalp tingle, asking in a trembling voice: “You’re saying foreigners want to gain the Lianghuai salt fields and also make the court adopt the ‘Salt Connects the World’ proposal, with the ultimate goal of mixing opium into salt to make all Great Qing people addicted?!”

“Correct. According to Li Qin, this was his idea. As long as when boiling brine in the salt fields, they add water filtered from opium boiling, the resulting salt appears identical to ordinary table salt. Eating it a few times won’t immediately cause addiction, but over time people can’t do without opium. He said if this succeeds, all the gold and silver in the Great Qing would become Jardine Matheson’s – no need for robbery, everyone would compete to deliver silver to them.”

“Scoundrel!” Old Master Hu angrily slammed the table. “This Li Qin is truly a white-eyed wolf – eating Great Qing’s rice yet helping foreign merchants harm our people. When Lord Lin destroyed opium at Humen, it was because he saw this substance was too poisonous – if not banned, the Great Qing would eventually be ruined by it. Li Qin actually wants to use such unconscionable methods to make all adults and children addicted to opium. Deserves death, deserves death!”

Manager Peng and Manager Fei listening nearby, never dreaming there could be such scum among merchants, were first shocked then enraged, cursing furiously.

“Old Master, don’t be anxious. Since we know about this, we absolutely cannot let them succeed.” Gu Pingyuan first offered comfort, then turned to ask Feng Cheng: “Qiao Henian also knows about this?”

“He certainly knows. Initially he didn’t believe Li Qin and the foreigners would submit that Salt Connects the World memorial. To convince him, Li Qin revealed the entire plan.”

“What benefits did the foreigners promise him? Silver?” Gu Pingyuan asked through gritted teeth. Li Qin doing such things didn’t greatly surprise him, but that Qiao Henian would also collaborate – was this still the Qiao scholar who once dared speak righteously?

“Not silver, but promotion.”

Manager Hao laughed coldly: “What, this Qiao won’t be a Great Qing official and wants to become a British official instead?”

Feng Cheng shook his head: “What I heard was that if Qiao Henian helps Jardine Matheson, though his Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner position will lose luster, the firm will ensure he becomes Inspector General of Customs.”

“Say that again – what position?” Gu Pingyuan pressed.

“Inspector General of Customs.”

The room fell silent. Old Master Hu, long retired from active business, knew some commercial matters but was disconnected from official circles. He asked bewildered: “What kind of official is this Inspector General? Why can the British promise it to Qiao?”

Manager Peng explained: “Master, no wonder you don’t know – this is a new position that didn’t exist in Great Qing’s official system. The British proposed creating this position several years ago to specifically manage customs affairs. All silver entering and leaving annually must be inspected and verified by the Inspector General before being forwarded to regional treasuries. In terms of money, silver flows like water through his hands yearly. In terms of power, it’s even more formidable – without British approval, even the Great Qing Emperor cannot dismiss him.”

“So he’d become an official above officials, able to look down on the entire Great Qing bureaucracy.” Old Master Hu said in horror.

“This is the iron-hatted prince among officials – no wonder Qiao Henian was tempted.” Gu Pingyuan had been thinking, then asked Feng Cheng: “I guess this figure Qiao Henian revealed far exceeded the foreign merchants’ expectations. How do they plan to respond?”

“I didn’t hear that. Qiao Henian left shortly after, and I followed him to the Salt Transport Commissioner’s office. Seeing him return to his rear quarters, I hurried to report to Master Gu.”

“Officer Feng, thank you for your kind assistance. We’ll certainly keep this matter strictly confidential and won’t put you in a difficult position.” Gu Pingyuan drew out a thousand-tael bank note and offered it. “Officer Feng has helped repeatedly – I truly feel bad about it. If you consider me a friend, please accept this.”