Green Mountain

In the main hall of the guesthouse, where the good and the bad jumbled together, everyone harbored their own schemes.

When their gazes swept towards Chen Ji, their expressions were sly, scrutinizing, covetous, making it unclear whether they were human or ghostlike figures.

Chen Ji looked at the jug of wine on the table, and had a sudden realization: a Fire Saber wine on the square table meant selling information, while grape wine meant buying information. Merely by arranging the wine jug after entering, others would instantly know your business.

So it turned out that this Dragon Gate Inn was the largest hub for news distribution within Guyuan City, and this five hundred cents for a jug of wine was the inn’s commission.

But Chen Ji had originally come to buy information, yet due to some mix-up, had become someone selling information...

At that moment, the burly man sitting opposite him tapped the table with his knuckles, "Young lad, what information are you exactly looking to sell? Speak up!"

Xiao Man, standing behind Chen Ji, glared at the man across the table: "What’s your hurry? Isn’t my master still considering?"

The man let out a cold sneer: "You, girlie, got quite the temper. You both look new here, probably not familiar with the rules of Dragon Gate Inn, huh? If you lay out the jug without useful information, I’m afraid you won’t be able to stay here."

Chen Ji lowered his head, pondering what information to sell.

Just as the man across the table was about to knock on the table with his knuckles again, his hand had just risen, not yet fallen, when Chen Ji spoke: "I know what happened at Guyuan Inn."

The hand of the man poised to knock froze mid-air, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "You actually know about this matter! How much silver do you want?"