Ning smiled. "It's a deal then," he said. "I'm a little tired today and want to go find a hotel to rest in. Why don't I meet you tomorrow so we can talk things over?"
"Okay," the man said and looked around his body, but couldn't find anything on his body. "I wanted to give you a card from my shop, but it seems that I don't have it on me."
"Just tell me what the name is," Ning said. "I will find it tomorrow."
"Okay," the man said. "Come to the Trobble Conversion shop."
"Okay, I will," Ning said and was about to turn away when he paused. "Wait, Trobble? As in the name of the city?"
"Yes," the man said. "The mayor is my uncle. Ah, I never introduced myself, did I? I am Byron Trobble."
Ning held his hands out for a handshake. "I am Ning Ruogong," he said. "This is my daughter Emma."
"Daughter?" the man looked to the side in shock. "But you look so young."
