Yang Ge thought, 'This guy is still so obsessed with his rank,' "Getting promoted again, huh?"
Wang Cheng waved his hand nonchalantly, "Hey, thanks to your blessing, just a minor promotion, a minor one..."
Seeing that smug look on the old chap, Yang Ge knew it wasn't just a minor promotion, "Not bad, you sought virtue and attained it. You, Wang, have finally reached fruition!"
He came out from behind the counter, pointing to an empty seat in the corner, "Don't just stand there, sit down, have some hot food and warm up yourself."
Wang Cheng uttered an "Ah" and gestured for Yang Ge to sit first. He took a few steps then remembered something, speaking softly, "Er Niu, I've brought your final payment with me this time, a total of three million and eighty thousand silver, all converted into gold, stored at the wharf outside town, guarded by Fang and his fellows from the upper right division."