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Zhang Heng stood sideways beside the carriage and gestured for it to proceed: "Your Excellency, please."

Wu Feng boarded the carriage and sat down inside.

The carriage was small but clean, with soft cushions and a small lamp lit in the corner.

Zhang Heng followed him up, sat down opposite him, and called out, "Let's go."

The coachman responded, cracked his whip in the air, and the carriage started moving, its wheels making a rumbling sound as they rolled on the bluestone road.

Wu Feng leaned against the carriage wall, closed his eyes, and didn't say anything.

Zhang Heng didn't dare to utter a sound, sitting obediently with the documents in his hands.

The carriage traveled through several streets, made two turns, and stopped in front of a three-story building.

A waiter's solicitous voice came from outside: "Sir, please come in."

Zhang Heng got out of the car first, followed by Wu Feng.

Looking up, I saw a plaque hanging above the door with the three characters "Juxianlou" written on it. The characters were painted with gold lacquer and were quite dazzling in the light of the lanterns.

Two waiters stood at the entrance, bowing and smiling broadly.

Zhang Heng stepped forward and said to the waiter, "The governor has arrived. Is the private room ready?"

"Ready, ready! Upstairs private room, the best one!" The waiter hurriedly led the way, bowing and turning back as he went.

Wu Feng followed him upstairs. The stairs were made of wood and creaked as he stepped on them.

The innermost room on the second floor had its door open and was brightly lit.

The waiter stood to the side of the doorway and gestured for us to enter: "Sir, we've arrived."

Wu Feng went inside, and Zhang Heng followed behind.

The private room was quite large, with a round table in the center covered with a red tablecloth, and bowls, chopsticks, and cups arranged neatly.

Several people stood against the wall, all dressed respectably, some in silk shirts and others in brocade robes. When they saw Wu Feng walk in, they all stood up and bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

The voices were uneven, but the attitudes were all very respectful.

Wu Feng nodded and waved his hand, indicating that the others should dispense with formalities.

He glanced around and saw two men sitting at the round table. They looked to be in their forties and were dressed elegantly; they were probably representatives of two aristocratic families.

Several attendants stood behind each of them, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with knives at their waists, their eyes steady, clearly skilled in martial arts.

Wu Feng didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the head seat to sit down.

Zhang Heng stood to the side, pointing to the middle-aged man in a dark blue silk robe on his left, and introduced him: "Your Excellency, this is Mr. Zhao Mingyuan, the head of the Zhao family."

Zhao Mingyuan quickly stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and smiled broadly: "I have long admired the Prefect's reputation. It is my great honor to meet you today."

Zhang Heng then pointed to the middle-aged man in the gray brocade robe on the right: "This is Mr. Li Demao, the head of the Li family."

Li Demao also stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and smiled even more obsequiously than Zhao Mingyuan: "Your Excellency the Prefect is young and promising, truly a role model for us all."

Wu Feng nodded but didn't reply.

Zhang Heng then introduced several people standing behind him, all of whom were important figures from two aristocratic families, such as uncles and cousins. Wu Feng made a rough note of them.

After the introduction, Wu Feng waved his hand.

Zhang Heng bowed slightly, stepped back to the resting area on the left, placed the documents on the table, and waited quietly.

Wu Feng looked at everyone present, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and said in a calm tone, "Gentlemen, let's eat and chat."

After saying that, he didn't stand on ceremony and started eating.

Zhao Mingyuan and Li Demao exchanged a glance and quickly picked up their chopsticks.

"Yes, sir." The two responded and began to eat, but they ate carefully, only using their chopsticks to reach the dishes in front of them, and glancing at Wu Feng from time to time.

The two men from the aristocratic families couldn't quite grasp the nature of this official. They watched Wu Feng eat casually, but they didn't dare to be defiant.

This person is a vicious one.

The Wang family was disrespectful before, but they've done it for them today.

Not a single one was left, from top to bottom.

They completely shut them down.

The private soldiers they kept were no match for these people's soldiers and generals.

If a real fight breaks out, they'll probably end up like the Wang family.

After all, they are not those large clans that maintain tens of thousands of private soldiers. If they were, they would still have a fighting chance.

Now they're just at the mercy of others.

Zhao Mingyuan picked up a piece of fish, chewed it twice, swallowed it, took a sip of wine, and secretly glanced at Wu Feng.

Li Demao was even more careful, barely touching his chopsticks before drinking half a bowl of soup.

The private room was very quiet, with only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering.

After eating a little something, Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a cloth.

The others quickly put down their chopsticks, sat up straight, and waited for him to speak.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group, and said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Gentlemen, I am just a rough man, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

Zhao Mingyuan nodded quickly: "Your Excellency, please speak freely. We are all ears."

Li Demao echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, Your Excellency, please feel free to give any instructions."

Wu Feng looked at them and said directly, "The talented and outstanding members of your clans can be sent to work in my governor's mansion. Also, my governor's mansion is poor and needs your assistance in providing some grain and silver to train and support troops in order to deal with the Liao Kingdom's attack."

After speaking, he glanced at the bodyguards standing behind the group.

The attendants, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, stood there motionless, each with a calm demeanor and sharp eyes.

Wu Feng knew what was going on.

These martial arts heroes all possess the strength of second-rate martial artists, truly befitting their noble lineage.

If he hadn't already possessed considerable strength, it would have been difficult for him to control these aristocratic families.

So, they have the right to be arrogant.

After all, there were quite a few scholars and warriors among the aristocratic families, but most of them worked for the benefit of the aristocratic families.

Although he didn't like it, he was short-handed and had to use the available manpower.

Zhao Mingyuan and Li Demao exchanged another glance, both with a hint of bitterness in their eyes, but neither dared to speak first.

After a few moments of silence, Li Demao spoke first, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture and forcing a smile: "The governor is right. The Liao Kingdom is eyeing us covetously, and we, as citizens of Yingzhou, should naturally do our part."

Zhao Mingyuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Brother Li is right. We are willing to contribute half of our family fortune to support the governor's mansion and defend Yingzhou City. In addition, there are some young men in our clan who, although they are not very capable, can still run errands and handle affairs. We will have them report to the governor's mansion and await your orders."

After listening, Wu Feng smiled and nodded.

Since he's being given face, he won't go so far as to kill him.

"That's excellent." Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, pointed to the dishes on the table, and said, "Eat up, don't waste any."

Zhao Mingyuan and Li Demao quickly thanked him, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief, their tense expressions relaxing considerably.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

"You're too kind, sir."

After thanking each other, the two groups continued eating.

This time he was a bit more relaxed than before, reaching his chopsticks further out and saying a few more words, but they were all just polite phrases, like "Your Excellency is wise and mighty" and "Yingzhou City is saved."

Wu Feng didn't bother to reply and just ate his food.

After another 15 minutes, most of the dishes on the table were gone.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a cloth, and stood up.

Zhao Mingyuan and Li Demao quickly stood up and bowed.

"Deliver the goods and people to the governor's mansion tomorrow," Wu Feng said calmly, but his words left no room for argument.

The two men replied in unison, "Yes, yes, sir, don't worry, it will be delivered tomorrow."

Wu Feng didn't say anything more and turned to walk out.

Zhang Heng quickly stood up from his seat, picked up the documents on the table, and jogged to catch up.

The two left the private room and went downstairs. The waiter followed them to the door, saying "Take care, sir" repeatedly.

The carriage was still parked at the door, and the driver was sitting on the carriage shaft waiting. When he saw them come out, he quickly jumped down and opened the carriage door.

Wu Feng got into the car, and Zhang Heng followed.

The coachman closed the door, jumped onto the carriage shaft, cracked the whip, and the carriage started moving.

Wu Feng leaned against the carriage wall, closed his eyes, and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers.

The matter between the two aristocratic families has been resolved.

With half of their family fortune and the young men of the clan, this deal is a good one.

Whether they are sincere or not is not important.

As long as he has troops, they won't dare to cause any trouble.