When Fan Zijin found out that the money he owed the rich merchants had been returned, he was eating hotpot with Qi Haoran.
At this moment, Guangzhou was wet and cold to the bone, so the cousins gathered to eat hotpot at noon.
Fan Zijin carefully folded the letter from the head shopkeeper from the capital. Now that the debt that had been weighing on his heart was cleared, his eyes were slightly moist. For a moment, he was in a daze.
Qi Haoran stuffed a handful of cooked mutton into his mouth and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"
Fan Zijin put the letter away and smiled gently at Qi Haoran. "Eldest Cousin has repaid all the debts."
"Oh, then it seems that Big Brother has made up his mind to separate his inner treasury from the national treasury. The inner treasury doesn't need to support the national treasury anymore."