The next evening, at the Chen Family Salt Shop.
Six second shopkeepers who were held here under soft imprisonment clamored: "Chen Yue deceived us by claiming there was an important matter to discuss. When we arrived, we were confined here. Where is the law?"
"What right does Chen Yue have to imprison us here? It has been two days. We are the second shopkeepers of the salt shop, not his household slaves!"
The workers at the salt shop quietly endured the scolding, continuously serving them tea and apologizing without any mistreatment.
But if any shopkeeper wanted to leave, it was not allowed.
Second Shopkeeper Zhou, with a head full of white hair, sat slowly on a rattan chair supported by a bamboo cane: "Come to think about it, Chen Yue still has to call me uncle-in-law. Is this how he treats his elders?"
