The first batch of medicinal wine and tea finally arrived, but it was detained right at the city gates of Shangjing.
Gu Qingheng and Yang Ruxin understood in their hearts; the other party was, indeed, suspicious and had taken action. Nonetheless, they acted very surprised, "Boss Jin, don't you have good relations with the Imperial Court here? How could it be checked?"
"This..." Jin Buhuan was also frustrated. He didn't dare to tell the truth.
"Boss Jin, we had agreed initially; we would collaborate because you have the capability, which is why I dared to ship the goods. Now..." Gu Qingheng slapped the back of one hand against the palm of the other, creating a clapping sound, "Aren't you letting me down here?"
"Yes, Boss Jin, you need to quickly come up with a solution." Yang Ruxin looked anxious, "That shipment is worth a lot of money; it's going to make us bankrupt, isn't it?"
