"Yes! We will follow the Steward's orders!" Everyone answered in unison and went their separate ways. The Fishery soon resumed its orderly operations.
Chen Qing returned to his familiar Quiet Chamber and closed the door.
The tension finally drained from him.
First, he carefully took out the heavy leather pouch and poured out the gold, silver, and jewels within.
The gleam of jewels twinkled in the dim room. A rough estimate put their value at no less than five or six thousand taels of silver—quite a significant windfall.
However, his gaze was soon drawn to an unremarkable, dark piece of metal.
When he had hastily collected it in the underwater cave in Qianchuan Marsh, he had only a gut feeling that this item was unusual. Only now did he have time to examine it closely.
