The lure of immense profit coiled around Zhang Wei's heart like a venomous snake.
Chen Qing was skilled, to be sure, but he had no one backing him.
Zhao Kang and Wang Hai, on the other hand, had overwhelming influence behind them—they had gotten the previous steward, Steward Mao, transferred away on a whim.
Chen Qing was destined to be the scapegoat.
At the thought of the immense fortune so close at hand, his eyes turned red and his heart hardened. "Fine! One last score! After it's done..."
"Don't worry, you'll get your cut!"
A smile spread across Wang Hai's face once more. "Tomorrow night at Midnight. We'll make the exchange at the old spot. Keep it clean. Don't let that Chen Qing find out."
Zhang Wei clenched his jaw and gave a heavy nod.
.......
「Deep in the night.」
It was a dark, windy night. The Fishery was deathly still.
Dressed in dark clothes, Zhang Wei crept to a hidden fishing pool upstream of the main channel.
