The elderly Wei Patriarch was also bewildered and found it impossible. Therefore, when his eldest son mentioned going to Beijing, he naturally agreed, "What are those shopkeepers in Beijing doing? If they're not suitable, they should be replaced..."
"Father, it's not that I'm criticizing my uncle, but why can he only manage to be a fifth-rank official? He's just too narrow-minded." Wei Bingyi sighed, "I guess he didn't handle the necessary matters, and they pocketed the silver themselves."
The old Wei Patriarch could only sigh.
"Over the years, we've given him quite a bit of silver, Father. You need to admonish him. Every day the shop is closed, we suffer heavy losses. How can my uncle, as a fifth-rank official, be of no use at all?"
"Alright, go and take a look," the old Wei Patriarch waved his hand, "If he really can't manage, then we won't support him anymore in the future."
"Alright!" Wei Bingyi chuckled.
At the Wei Residence in Beijing.
