Boss Ji.
Those two simple words, falling upon the crowd in the Lin Residence, were nothing short of earth-shattering.
"Master Lin is... handing his family business over to that Ji Family's son... to Master Ji?!"
"Gasp, why so suddenly? Even if the Third Young Master schemed for the family fortune and tried to murder his own father, the Lin Residence has relied on its Boss to dominate the mountain roads and oversee the guards. Over the past twenty or thirty years, they painstakingly carved out trade routes through the eighteen linked mountain towns in the surrounding area."
"They've opened so many shops under their banner, selling mountain goods, medicinal herbs, and animal products..."
"A steward once made a rough calculation. After paying out the monthly wages, the master could earn a net profit of eight hundred taels of pure silver without lifting a finger. That's ten thousand taels of snowflake silver a year! Not even the County Magistrate would trade that!"
