The practice of selling official titles did not end with the conclusion of the auctions; it continued to spread like a virus.
Those looking to offer bribes were busy preparing them.
Those in a position to take bribes were busy collecting them.
Those investigating bribery and corruption were busy gathering leads and evidence.
On the morning of the twenty-fifth of the eleventh month, Song Quan rose and summoned his steward.
"Master," the steward said, bowing respectfully.
"Are the travel expenses and luggage prepared?" Song Quan asked.
"Yes, Master, everything is ready," the steward replied.
"Then depart with your men immediately," Song Quan said, his expression grave. "Once you reach the Capital, go directly to a shop called the Quanjun Wine House near Sixi Archway and look for Manager Wang. Do exactly as I instructed earlier for the rest."
"Rest assured, Master, I will travel with all possible speed to the Capital and see that the matter is handled properly."
"Good," Song Quan added, still uneasy, "be careful when passing through Shandong. There are roving bands of displaced people causing chaos there."
"Do not worry, Master, I will find a way to circumvent that area."
"Very well," Song Quan nodded. "Go."
"I take my leave." The steward knelt, kowtowed, and turned to depart.
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