He deliberately found an inconspicuous corner, then Liao Zixuan sat down and set up his stall.
He put the Purple Crystal Grass into a leather bag that was completely invisible from the outside. After sealing it, he did not put the wooden label of what he was selling in front of the stall. Instead, he quietly leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, looking extremely Buddhist.
It was simply…It was like Jiang Ziya fishing, waiting for customers to come to him.
The metaphor of fishing was very appropriate, but it was hard to say that it was a matter of fate.
In a dark corner.
There was another burly man beside the gangster who had followed Liao Zixuan.
"How is it? What did the higher-ups say?"
"It's definitely not someone from our side. Boss said that the Purple Crystal Grass is of great importance, so directly... This!"
The burly man waved the sack in his hand.
"Alright, do you want to do it here?"
