Just as Yang Chongren had settled on a plan, the steward, Yang Quan, came rushing in again.
"Patriarch, this is bad! The Qian Family is causing trouble at our doorstep!" Yang Quan gasped, shouting with a sob in his voice. "They brought a group of trained fighters, stormed our main shop on Jin Yu Street, and are smashing everything in sight! They're... they're also shouting in the street that our Yang Family's silk clothes are shoddy goods, mixed with rotten hemp to cheat the common folk!"
"Bastards!"
Yang Chongren was livid, slamming a palm down on the pearwood table and sending the teacups rattling.
He hadn't expected the Qian Family to be so brazen. 'They're determined to play hardball!'
"Father!"
Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached. Hearing the commotion in the main hall, the two Yang sisters had cast aside their ladylike decorum and rushed over.
