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The girl in white quietly looked toward Wang Anfeng and said,
"Young Master, please step aside."
Wang Anfeng let out a breath full of turbid air, stepped back half a step, and allowed these people to pass by in front of him. The team was comprised of an old man, a strongman, a cook, and an accountant—only missing the beating of drums and the playing of suonas from a typical wedding procession in the eyes of common folks. In his heart, he quietly chanted Prajna, letting all stray thoughts dissipate.
Within his black pupils, calm as an ancient well without ripples.
Without changing his expression, Wang Anfeng waited until the last strongman had also entered the room before following in behind them. He casually closed the courtyard door, went inside, and saw the strongmen placing things to one side. The red wooden boxes they set down were extremely heavy, clearly containing considerable silver coins.