Feng Mingyou was stunned for a moment. Then he composed himself and said, "Go on. What do you need me to do?"
"Aren't you going to state your conditions first, Steward Feng?" Zhang Deming asked in surprise.
"Heh, wouldn't that be too pragmatic, Junior Brother Zhang?" Feng Mingyou took a light sip of tea, smiling at Zhang Deming as he spoke mildly.
'Interesting. This Steward in Little Qing Mountain is becoming more and more to my liking.'
'Maybe we could actually become friends!'
'Mhm, partners in… ambition!'
"Actually, it's nothing major. I'd like to borrow someone from you, Steward," Zhang Deming said.
Feng Mingyou paused, stunned. "You want to transfer a servant to Little Hui Peak? For something this good, those little rascals would go crazy with joy."
Zhang Deming shook his head. "You've misunderstood, Steward Feng. I mean, I want to borrow a person, and I'll return them in a few days.
