"Bring me five pounds of cooked beef, three small dishes, and a pot of wine!"
Zhang Yuan, who had just sat down, called over the waiter and ordered food and drink.
This tavern looked fairly clean, with a dozen or so tables inside, and dozens of patrons, making it quite lively.
Zhang Yuan had plenty of experience in the martial world and knew that places like this were the easiest to pick up news.
Most importantly, his hearing was exceptionally sharp, far beyond that of ordinary people, allowing him to clearly hear even the whispers in the farthest corners, often leading to unexpected gains.
Of course, the rumors circulating in these teahouses and taverns were a mix of truth and falsehood, requiring him to discern for himself.
One cannot take them at face value.
"Right away!"
The waiter diligently wiped the table and said, "Please wait a moment, the food and wine will be served shortly!"
Zhang Yuan nodded and then tossed a silver ingot onto the table: "The extra is for you."
