Dispersing the puffs of flower smoke in front of his nose, the Chinese man wrinkled his nose as he stepped inside the building. Bao Jiang glanced around before letting you pass to the smoke-filled room, dark and empty. By evening these halls would already be filled with Asians and young maidens who would be helping the Kurians relax under the influence of opium, but for now. Right now this place was at your disposal.

"Inspector Lin did not warn me that you would arrive so early. Have the new ships of the English brought so much trouble? Those outsiders..."

The informant clucked his tongue, adjusting the long sleeves of the Manchurian scarlet outfit on himself. Bao Jiang was definitely not thrilled with the events that were unfolding around China and the East India Company that was trying so hard to infiltrate the system. Without further question he pulled papers from a Ming dynasty vase like those collected by the English and spread them out on the table.

"I don't own much, but if the situation warrants it.... I think with the new ships we could get more information from these whites. Just tell me exactly what you need, lotus."

Bao Jiang gave you a mildly incredulous look and pressed his lips together. When the topic was politics it was difficult to talk, the Chinese man knew that. Even the stray dogs in Canton felt the difficulty of the situation, afraid to show their faces on the streets in the summer days.