Marshal Zhang, with his stoic expression, urged them to move on.
Huang An pondered for a moment, stuffed all the silver into the bag on his back, then looked around at the two people who were still sitting and Yu Mao, who had stood up to see Marshal Zhang off. He gave them a slight bow.
"I shall take my leave then!"
Having said that, he followed Marshal Zhang's footsteps and stepped out of the room with large strides.
No matter what, today's goal was achieved.
As for being exploited, there was no choice. After all, he was powerless, impoverished and lacked real strength. Even with money, he dared not expose it.
But overall, Huang An's goal was achieved.
First, the precious medicine of the Six Viscera Realm that he cared about most was soon to be in his hands, courtesy of the wealthy and high-ranking square-faced man.
This saved him from the risk of producing silver in person to purchase the medicine.