"It's to be expected from someone of that clan." Feng Luotian thought as he sat on the chair the shop owner beckoned.
"Little Mu, prepare some tea for our guest." Ming Zhuo waved his hands and ordered his manager.
"Yes, Boss. Please wait a moment."
It was quite a strange sight to see a youngster commanding a middle-aged man in a weapon shop, not in some famous clan with many young masters ordering their servants around, but Feng Luotian knew very well whose age was actually older.
When there were only two of them left in the room, the shop owner asked: "What kind of weapon do you want me to make?"
Feng Luotian chuckled: "Don't you want to know what I have first? Maybe it's not enough for your service."
"It's alright. I trust my attendant's judgment."
"I think he misunderstood something when I said I want to discuss business with you. Also, as soon as I entered this room, I have changed my mind about how this business should go."
