After a few rounds of drinks, Shen Qing looked at the empty plates and rubbed his belly, feeling quite pained.
Whether it was the wine or the food, Zhong Kookoo had eaten quite a lot, yet he himself hadn't had much, it was truly a loss.
"Lord Zhong, in your opinion, what are the chances of the tea horse market reopening?" Shen Qing asked.
Zhong Chengsong, having eaten and drunk to his heart's content, looked at Shen Qing's sincere expression and then at the empty plates. Well, so be it.
"Who submitted the memorial? You still don't get it?"
Shen Qing was taken aback.
Song Zhiqing, the Deputy Magistrate of Datong, is actually the prime minister's younger brother.
"You thought of it, right? That the Deputy Magistrate dared to submit the memorial, do you think he did it on his own? Would Prime Minister Song not know? And Prime Minister Song, he's the Emperor's favored one. So, who do you think initiated the idea of this memorial?"
