The morning bell of Chang'an had not yet finished ringing, its lingering echo still drifting through the air, but the council hall of the Taiji Chamber of Commerce was already in an uproar.
Right in the middle of the hall stood a little boy with a tuft of hair tied up with a braid of garlic. He was slamming his abacus angrily against the table, sending the Abacus Beads clicking and clacking furiously as if venting all his pent-up rage.
"Manager Wang's mob is playing dirty tricks again! They're telling everyone our mutual aid fund is a 'bottomless pit,' and now the new merchants are too scared to join!" Huwa's voice echoed through the hall, laced with a hint of tears. It was clear he was beside himself with anger.
Chapter 548