Qin Yuesheng cheerfully said, "You speak quite convincingly, so tell me, what's the story about the missing artisans?"
"Sir, gathering intelligence comes at a cost, I'm not doing this for free," the shopkeeper said, rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers.
This gesture clearly signified a request for money.
"No problem, as long as I get the information I want, silver is not an issue," Qin Yuesheng nodded.
With that assurance, the shopkeeper began to speak leisurely.
"The porcelain from Jingci Town is quite famous in Jiangnan. During the reign of Emperor Deshun in the previous dynasty, he personally visited here during the spring winds of April, and even allocated funds to build a Zen temple on the East Slope Woods outside the town, leaving behind countless stories."
Qin Yuesheng wondered, "What does this have to do with the artisans going missing?"
