The Magistrate had been reassigned to the capital, which was good news to old man Wei. Unlike Lin Yue's worry, old man Wei was thrilled. In his eyes, whatever the Magistrate that would come next, he could hardly be worse than the current one. Magistrate Chen was not only troublesome but also biased toward Zhao Erhu, giving no favors that silver could buy. There had been no chance to gain leverage, so good riddance. He just waited for the arrival of the next Magistrate, plotting how to ingratiate himself.
Old man Wei hadn't been seriously harmed by the fake formula incident, but the loss was not small, especially in terms of reputation—a big discount that hit hard for a businessman like him. Though begrudging, he yearned to retaliate against the entire Zhao Family but hesitated due to Zhao Erhu's connection with the Magistrate, with Zhao Xinglin watching over. Hearing that the Magistrate was soon to leave, old man Wei eagerly started scheming again.