"Boss, please continue to work in my stall. I'll pay you 50 percent of the profits." The stall vendor grabbed Krune's thigh, begging after having tasted true delicacy, the delicacy of rolling money.
"As if. You didn't even eat a single item that I cooked. How do you expect me to work in your stall?" Krune cursed back, extricating himself from the vendor's hold.
"I could have sold them for money. Why would I waste it by eating it?" The boss said like it was a matter of fact, looking at Krune with concern, wondering if the other party had a couple of screws loose.
"Anyways, I only joined in for fun. I don't have time to be working here," Krune said soon after, waving his hand as he walked away.
"Alright," The vendor sighed, turning around to look at Teng Zakutra. "How about you? If you work with me, I'll give you 45 percent of the profits."
"…no thank you." Teng Zakutra turned around and walked away.
