"I am sorry to have visited the Treasury Secretary without prior notice. When I heard that a businessman from far away had come with their goods, my men and I rushed over... to discuss tax matters."
He muttered to himself, and could hardly hear words, but he could hear in both ears what purpose the young drunkard had appeared for, and suddenly looked it from head to toe.
You mean, the land tax guy looks frivolous, very inactive, and very young, so he must be any alcoholic in the Treasury.
Because of the insult in his heart, the businessman from Karat didn't think of respect and awe. Seeing Navin trying all the time, he broke out and laughed.
"Isn't it rude to talk about tariffs before I could make up my mind to do a salt deal with Saralee, Mr. Navin?"
Enwen agreed, and he bowed his he
