A light breeze fluttered the oilpaper; the roast chicken slowly became cold.
Tang Thirty-Six also cooled-down, he looked at Zhe Xiu and said: “I’m very rich.”
Zhe Xiu answered: “I know.”
Tang Thirty-Six asked: “Amount?”
Zhe Xiu said: “Depends on situation.”
After a moment’s silence, Tang Thirty-Six said: “Deal.”
Zhe Xiu looked at him, saying in an indifferent manner: “I also want one more thing, I hope you can give it to me.”
Tang Thirty-Six lightly frowned, asking: “We have that thing you want?”
Zhe Xiu answered: “Yes.”
Tang Thirty-Six stared at him in the eyes and said: “So… your objective from the start, in participating, was Orthodox Academy?”
Zhe Xiu said: “Yes.”
Tang Thirty-Six asked: “Is it Her Highness or is it someone else?”
Zhe Xiu said: “It isn’t you.”
Tang Thirty-Six understood, Zhe Xiu had come for Chen Chang Sheng.
Tang Thirty-Six gave it a thought and then said: “He really wants to obtain first upon the First Banner, so I would think, as long as you don’t want his life, he would be willing to give you anything else.”
Zhe Xiu said: “I don’t want his life.”
Tang Thirty-Six nodded, saying: “Then that’s fine. Once the lot drawing results are out, we will discuss what to do.”
Zhe Xiu didn’t answer, instead asking: “Can I eat it?”
His gaze fell upon the roast chicken.