Looking around the room, Butler Li got a general idea of its layout.
Strangely, the room, now made of garbage, contains nothing but clean furniture.
"Perhaps the room owner is out," Butler Li thought to himself.
He then walked over to the clean wooden table and looked at the small, exquisite handmade chair.
He gently stroked the chair with his left hand, which was wearing a clean white glove, and then looked at his left hand in front of his eyes. As he expected, the white glove remained clean, without a speck of dust from the stroking.
"Let's wait for the owner of this room for a while and rest a bit," thought Butler Li. He tidied his suit, which was a little disheveled from a long day, and slowly sat down on the small, exquisite handmade chair.
Butler Li made no attempt to hide himself; the door to that room remained open, allowing the people in the garbage dump outside to see him directly through the doorless room, sitting in the center with his eyes closed.
Looking at Butler Li, who clearly held a high position, the people whispered among themselves about why he had come to this garbage district of the empire.
"Hey, you little blondie, I think you know the owner of this house. Tell me what's going on. I've only seen her a few times."
"Yeah, blondie, tell us what happened. Everyone's curious."
At this moment, a couple who appeared to be a married couple spoke to a short man with dyed yellow hair standing next to them in a garbage dump near Butler Li.
The other dozens of people in the garbage dump, hearing what the couple said, echoed the words of the blond-haired man:
"Yeah, you're always hanging around her."
"Yellow Hair, isn't her brother supposed to be a soldier in the Empire? Maybe he made a great contribution and the Empire sent someone to help him."
"How could that be? You idiot, don't you even use your brain? If you had performed a great service, the Empire would have sent the Imperial Guard directly. How could it be an old man?"
"You dare insult me? Let's fight!"
"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who!"
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Just as everyone was about to fight over a sarcastic remark, the blond-haired man finally spoke up.
"Let's all be friendly. That important person is right there. If we disturb him, none of us will be happy."
Upon hearing Huang Mao's words, everyone remembered that the old man's medals were exquisite and magnificent, and seemed to indicate a higher status than those they had seen before. They all shut their mouths and waited patiently for Huang Mao to continue.
When Huang Mao saw that everyone had quieted down and was looking at him, he didn't keep them in suspense and directly told them what he knew.
"She and I are just ordinary friends, or maybe not even friends, just acquaintances."
Seeing that the crowd was getting impatient, and knowing that they had no interest in his relationship with her, Huang Mao changed the subject and directly shared what he knew about her.
“Once, when she went out to collect furniture, I happened to be there too. I was bored, so I asked her when her brother would be back.”
At this point, Huang Mao paused, as if recalling something, and everyone stared at him, waiting for his next words.
They were very concerned about when her brother would return, since it was precisely because of her brother's status as an Imperial soldier that they dared not disturb her.
Otherwise, a woman like her, living alone here, would have long since become someone's slave, not to mention that she has plenty of resources and food.
At this moment, the blond-haired man also put away his memories and slowly spoke:
"She said that her brother would come back to visit her once a year, and each time he would bring her a large sum of money."
Upon hearing about the large sum of money, everyone's eyes revealed envious and greedy looks. They wished their families had someone like that, who didn't care about anything every year, only needing to send them imperial coins regularly.
Ignoring the various looks from the crowd, the blond-haired man continued:
"She said that as long as she saved enough money, she would buy a house in a working-class area of the capital and not stay in this garbage neighborhood anymore."
When I asked her how many coins she needed,
She only briefly mentioned that she had saved most of it, but all the coins were deposited with the Imperial Bank.
Upon hearing that the man had already saved most of the money for buying a house, everyone's eyes lit up with greed. They knew that for ordinary people to buy a house, it would cost tens of thousands of imperial coins. Even if it was only most of the money, it was enough for them to risk being hunted down by the empire and rob him of those coins.
However, upon hearing that the money was in the Imperial Bank, everyone looked disappointed. They knew that the Imperial Bank was personally managed by Marshal Morris, the most powerful man in the empire, and it was impossible for them to obtain that money by any means.
Even threatening someone to withdraw the money themselves is useless. Every imperial bank in the capital is secretly guarded by the imperial secret forces. They can't even threaten hostages; they'll be dealt with instantly by those secret forces.
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