In the teahouse, across from Qi Fengzhang indeed sat a man in green clothes.
The man's attire was ordinary, with no distinctive features, and Qi Yue did not recognize him.
She pretended to look for a seat and sat down behind the man, pricking up her ears to listen.
"Surname Qi, what's the matter with you? I gave you a silver note of over a hundred thousand taels, and you haven't brought any useful thing."
"... That Qian is actually a bad person... there's still a chance..."
"This time I can only give you a thousand, will give more silver once you have something."
After some rustling, Qi Fengzhang's voice hurriedly said, "This amount of silver is not enough..."
"That's your problem, if there's nothing again, then the master will dispose of you!"
"...Sir, I beg you..."
Qi Fengzhang was a bit far away, the listening wasn't very clear, but Qi Yue generally understood.
The person behind her, though speaking Beiyuan, had a very poor accent, evidently a foreigner.