"Dwarves have a peculiar appearance and are discriminated against wherever they go. However, they also have a very bad temper and will fight at the slightest disagreement, always making a mess of things. For a long time, they have been unable to integrate and live together with humans."

"Until a group of dwarves came to Fusang and saw the Fusang people who were not much taller than them, they settled down. Their martial prowess was quite formidable, and the Fusang people worshipped the strong, treating them like thunder gods... Ha! The dwarves have become gods." Allen's face was full of sarcasm, clearly a wicked racist.

Qin Mo imagined what the dwarves and Fusang people would look like standing together, and a funny expression appeared on her face. They were a perfect match!

Suddenly, her body flew up into the air. Qin Mo reacted extremely quickly, her limbs moving nimbly as she landed in the corner between the wall and the ceiling.

Allen, his face grim, charged forward bare-handed. Qin Mo knew Allen was truly angry; he was annoyed that he had slacked off. Based on his experience over the past few days, Qin Mo feared he was going to get a severe beating. He had no choice but to brace himself and give it his all.

Fuzhou was a major city in the southeastern part of the Great Xia Empire, facing Dayuan Island across the sea. Therefore, ships coming from Dayuan usually went to Fuzhou first before continuing north or south. Now, a dozen large ships slowly approached the harbor of Fuzhou; judging by their draft, they were loaded with heavy cargo.

The docks were filled with laborers who made a living by loading and unloading. Seeing that a big business had come, they all crowded onto the docks, hoping to get the job and earn some rice for their wives who were waiting for food and their children who were crying for food.

"Stop pushing! This is a salt ship being delivered to the tax office. If you're not worried about being owed wages, go wait in the tax warehouse!" A burly man emerged from the cabin and shouted to a group of ragged laborers. Instantly, half the people on the dock disappeared. Unloading cargo for the tax office was no easy job; not getting paid was commonplace.

Lin Yongqian, son of Lin Huaiyuan (Lin Bo), was not yet thirty years old, but he was already one of the leading figures among the merchants from the high-ranking officials. He was sent to Fuzhou to pay the salt tax this time.

Lin Yongqian has a round, smiling face, and it's this ever-present smile that allows him to thrive in the business world. But if you think he's easy to bully, you're mistaken. His ruthlessness ranks among the top three of the younger generation of high-ranking officials.

Once, a wealthy businessman, relying on his connections with officials, embezzled a shipment of his goods. The businessman outwardly accepted his fate with a smile, but less than a month later, the businessman and his entire family of dozens perished in a fire; not a single one escaped. It was rumored that this smiling, spineless coward was responsible.