"Master Ji, you are being too modest."
Steward Hao saw that he was unwilling to speak further, so he didn't press the matter.
"We are all knowledgeable people here, so let's not speak falsely. Master Ji, the grain in the city, it belongs to you, doesn't it? Fifty or sixty coins per jin, that's quite a steep price."
Upon hearing his blunt words, Master Ji finished his last bite and only then placed his chopsticks on the table, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Steward Hao.
"Where did Steward Hao hear such rumors? Just hearsay. If I had that capability, why would I be working as a mere advisor to Mr. Sheng?"
Naturally, he couldn't immediately admit it; playing coy was necessary.
Prince An Yang had taught him that if he sold the grain too easily to Steward Hao, it would surely arouse suspicion. The more difficult he made things for Steward Hao, the more convinced he would be.
