Shao Qingyuan nodded at Shao Wen, who immediately strode towards the person who had registered.
The man did not even look up. After feeling the shadow in front of him, he said as if he was used to it, "Enough of the short-term workers carrying the goods. You're late."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten copper coins suddenly appeared on the table in front of him.
That person was stunned and suddenly raised his head. Only then did he see Shao Wen's appearance clearly.
Judging from the stranger's clothes, he shouldn't be looking for work.
He looked around and realized that no one was paying attention to him. He quietly put the copper coins into his sleeve and lowered his voice to ask, "What's the matter, little brother?"
"Who's sailing to Linxun Island today?"
That person instantly understood. It was not some big news that could not be revealed.
"Brother Dao."
Shao Wen frowned. Oh no, it was a person who specialized in sucking blood.
