The man was so angry that he spat blood, especially with the winter cold piercing his bones, and now injured, it was even more unbearable. He felt as if he had no strength left to speak.
But recalling the orders from those behind him, he gritted his teeth and continued, "I've already said it, you deliberately sell these cotton clothes so cheaply just to gain everyone's gratitude. By that time, no matter what business you do, the silver will eventually be earned back."
"But that's not all. You even send people to deceive the villagers out of their cotton. You are just hypocritical swindlers, merchants and corrupt officials like you should die."
Ye Muyu heard him cursing Chu Heng, and her face darkened, her heart no longer hesitating.
"Since your issue is with someone using my Yonghe Shop's name to deceive villagers' cotton, let's interrogate the culprits you just described right here on the spot."
