The steward brought Chenzhou back to the inn, his expression somewhat solemn.
Chenzhou was anxious, "What did Chief Clerk Chang say?"
The steward's face was grave as he said, "Zhao Hanzhang wants the craftsman from our family's block printing."
Chenzhou was stunned for a moment and then said, "How is that possible? That's the foundation of our family's livelihood."
The steward lowered his eyes and said, "They said they don't need a craftsman, a couple of apprentices would do."
Chenzhou frowned, somewhat unwilling.
The steward was also reluctant, but the terms given by Chief Clerk Chang were too good. He lowered his voice and said, "Chief Clerk Chang said that Zhao Hanzhang is currently in need of manpower. If the young master catches her eye, then it might even be possible to stay by her side to work."
Chenzhou: "… Are you asking me to be a petty official?"
