Bianyifang Restaurant.
The most famous restaurant in the Imperial Capital, it is located on the most powerful Chessboard Street, frequented by nobility.
In the main hall of Bianyifang, two faint oil lamps were lit, and a man was hanging from the beam with his hands bound by hemp rope.
Third Master Hu lashed his back with a woven rattan whip: "Do you know that those four hundred thousand salt permits can feed how many people, how many rely on this livelihood to survive?"
Third Master Hu's blinded eye subjected the man to a fierce glare: "How many days does it take to transport the grain to Datong? And how many to Guyuan?"
"How much grain can you exchange for those four hundred thousand salt permits? How many days can the Guyuan Border Army feed with it?"
With every question asked by Third Master Hu, he struck once more.
The rattan whip struck the man's back, and he gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, letting his back split open, sweat dripping from his chin and hair.
