"Incurring losses? How?" Lu Sheng asked, his voice edged with impatience, feeling there was more to this than he was hearing.
Lu Xan's brow furrowed deeper. "Because they aren't able to cash in these promissory notes at all," he explained quietly, his voice carrying a tone of reluctant admission.
Lu Sheng's eyes narrowed as everything clicked into place. "So, in short, this is due to our own laziness," he declared, his voice low but biting with frustration. He glanced at Lu Xan, waiting for confirmation.
Lu Xan's silence was all the answer he needed.
Taking a breath, Lu Sheng turned to the laborers, his face softening slightly as he made a decision. "That's fine," he said firmly. "You no longer need to transact with anyone else. From now on, whatever you need, you come to me directly. We'll deal fairly." His voice carried a commanding yet reassuring tone, as if sealing a promise in stone. "If you still have any old promissory notes, bring them. We'll honor them."
