Chen Yifu's expression shifted slightly, and he said, "Old Yu, you jest."
Compared to the prefectural city, the area of the Four Gates peddling grounds was somewhat like a chicken rib—worthless to keep, yet a pity to discard. While one could still make a modest profit there, its nature was entirely different.
The land there had little security; it might be shut down in a few years, only to slowly develop again later. The lords inside the city would never truly let that place flourish and affect the businesses within the prefectural city.
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