In the room, candlelight flickered faintly.
A group of people sat facing each other, eyes wide with anticipation.
Li Yan and the others were all present, including Chen Jizu and his father who managed the Chamber of Commerce, their faces overcast with gloom.
The commotion in the dead of night naturally alarmed many people.
Some came out to see what the fuss was about, and the master of the guild hall, Chen Jizu and his son, had already rushed over, urging people to disperse with constant pleasantries.
Sitting across from them on a chair was a young, plump man with his head lowered, his face full of dejection.
It was the poet from the day before.
This fat man looked rather jolly; he dressed in a black silk Confucian robe, plump and fair, with a Confucian cap on his head and a pair of black wood glasses.
Chen Yuanqing, Chen Jizu's father, was not only the owner of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang guild hall, but also a prominent businessman.
