Old Zhang, with his thick skin, left Su Han at a loss for words. However, this time, Old Zhang had indeed been a tremendous help.
"Now that the prescription has been transferred to the Qiao Clan, what about you?" Su Han took a sip of tea and smiled.
"I've made enough money. Besides, making friends with Mr. Su isn't about earning money," Old Zhang chuckled, "Having Mr. Su as a friend is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold to Old Zhang!"
The prescription was originally Su Han's, and the two were just collaborators. Old Zhang was taking advantage of the situation, which made Su Han shake his head involuntarily.
"You old rascal!"
Old Zhang was shrewd in business, but he genuinely respected Su Han from the bottom of his heart.
"By the way, Mr. Su, there's something I must remind you of."
