My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 510: Secret Meeting

"My He Clan has established a business partnership with the Great General’s mansion. We are planning to open grain and grocery stores in Xiqiang City, Xiquan City, and the surrounding cities and counties," He Jingtai said in a hushed voice.

The moment A Bu heard this, his eyes lit up. Suppressing his excitement, he asked, "Brother Jingtai, is that true?"

"Of course. Why would I joke about something like this?" He Jingtai replied calmly.

Seeing his seriousness, A Bu made a quick decision. "Thank you for telling me this. I owe you a favor."

He Jingtai patted A Bu’s broad back and said, "What are you saying? We are brothers. This is nothing."

Hearing this, A Bu’s attitude toward He Jingtai subtly changed. With greater sincerity, he nodded in agreement. "Mhm."

As the two of them continued talking, they finally reached the residential area of the Rong Tribe.

Handing a scarf to He Jingtai, A Bu reminded him, "Brother Jingtai, please cover your face with this. Don’t speak later. Let me handle the conversation if anyone asks."

He Jingtai nodded, took the scarf, and wrapped it around his hair and face. When he finished, he said, "I’m ready."

"Good. Follow me closely," A Bu said, then walked into the residential area, with He Jingtai close behind.

As the two walked in silence, members of the other tribes stared at them.

Noticing the unfriendly gazes, He Jingtai glanced at A Bu, who continued walking with his head held high, and thought, ’It seems the Rong Tribe’s status is very low in the eyes of these people.’

Under those hostile stares, A Bu and He Jingtai finally reached the street where the Rong Tribe lived.

As they proceeded down the street, a middle-aged woman spotted A Bu and stopped what she was doing. Waving at him, she said, "A Bu, your mother is looking for you. You should go home early."

Hearing this, A Bu smiled. "Alright."

Seeing that he was walking with a stranger, the woman asked curiously, "A Bu, who is this?"

Patting He Jingtai on the back, A Bu introduced him casually, "Aunty, this is my brother. He is here to talk business with me."

The woman smiled warmly at He Jingtai. "Good boy. Are you also from our tribe? Why haven’t I seen you before?"

Before He Jingtai could respond, A Bu quickly pushed him forward and said, "Aunty, we still have things to do. Let’s talk next time."

Without waiting for the middle-aged woman’s reply, A Bu pulled He Jingtai away.

Watching their retreating figures, the middle-aged woman shook her head and sighed. "A Bu works so hard. If the brat in my family were half as diligent as he is, I wouldn’t have to worry about food."

After escaping the chatty aunty, A Bu and He Jingtai quickened their pace. Twenty minutes later, they stopped in front of a closed door.

Before knocking, A Bu scanned the surroundings. After confirming that no one was nearby, he knocked.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Moments later, the door opened from inside. A teenage boy stood there, smiling. "Brother A Bu, you are here."

A Bu nodded. "A Mo, is the tribe leader at home?"

Rong Mo nodded and stepped aside. "Yes. Brother A Bu, please come in. My paternal uncle has been waiting for you."

A Bu and He Jingtai entered the courtyard as Rong Mo closed the door behind them. Led through the compound, they soon arrived at the side hall.

A few minutes later, Rong Mo said, "Brother A Bu, please go inside. I still need to split the firewood, so I won’t accompany you."

"Alright. Thank you for leading the way," A Bu replied, then entered the side hall with He Jingtai.

Seated in the main chair, Rong Hou looked up and gestured for them to sit. "A Bu is here. Come, have a seat."

Placing his right fist over his chest, A Bu bowed. "Greetings, Tribe Leader."

Standing beside him, He Jingtai removed the scarf. Clasping his hands, he bowed slightly. "Greetings, Tribe Leader Rong."

Seeing He Jingtai’s fair, handsome face, Rong Hou smiled. "Welcome to the Rong Tribe, Heir of the He Clan. I have heard about you from A Bu. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Tribe Leader Rong," He Jingtai said, taking a seat to the left below the main chair.

After A Bu took a seat on the right, Rong Hou asked, "Young Master He, I have heard that your He Clan has connections with Great General Feng. Is that true?"

He Jingtai smiled and explained, "Tribe Leader Rong, we do have business cooperation with the Great General’s mansion. However, the person we are cooperating with is not Great General Feng himself, but his fiancée, Miss Bai."

As the supreme leader of the twelve tribes, Rong Hou had the privilege of speaking directly with Feng Xiyan and limited access to the Feng Army’s barracks.

After surrendering to the Feng Clan, he had heard rumors about Feng Xiyan’s mysterious fiancée from casual conversations among the Feng Army’s soldiers.

Rubbing his chin, Rong Hou thought, ’I have never met the Great General’s fiancée, so I assumed she was just a rumor. Who would have thought she truly exists? If the He Clan can cooperate with her, then they must possess something extraordinary.’

’If I can work with them, perhaps I can expand the Rong Tribe’s influence and wealth. This could also help the Great General achieve his goals sooner.’

After a moment of consideration, Rong Hou said, "Young Master He, since your clan can cooperate with Great General Feng’s fiancée, I believe the He Clan possesses extensive connections and considerable wealth. Since you requested this meeting, I wonder—what do you want from my Rong Tribe?"

He Jingtai did not intend to hide his intentions and answered frankly, "My He Clan wants to revive our business, but we are suffering from a lack of sources of goods."

"I heard from Brother Abu that the Rong Tribe has extensive connections and can obtain many rare items. I wonder if the Rong Tribe would be willing to cooperate with my He family."