Four Seas Trading Company station.
Bustling with activity.
As carts of grain were continuously transported into the storage, Chu Zhengxing wiped the sweat off his face, snatched the palm-leaf fan from the maid beside him, and fanned vigorously more than a dozen times before he could finally catch his breath.
"I'm dead tired, next time someone else can do this thankless and exhausting task, I'm not coming here again."
Although Chu Zhengxing was complaining, it seemed that he was quite dissatisfied with the constant running around and arranging various miscellaneous tasks.
But for those who knew him well, they could detect a hint of smugness hidden deep within his eyes.
'After making such great contributions, once the task is accomplished, I'll be promoted and rise two ranks to obtain the title of Thousand Households, becoming a Master of a region...'
He quietly calculated, squinting his eyes and hiding the sharpness within them, then turned and headed towards the back yard.
