Yang Qing noticed that the discussion Feng Xin was having with the manager seemed to be going well as he was all smiles as he passionately patted the manager's shoulders repetitively.
"It seems he managed to trade something to get himself off the blacklist again," Yang Qing thought as he made his way over.
The manager was a middle-aged man of tall height and medium build with black hair tied in a top knot and red-fitting robes that had silver linings at the edge. Everything about him screamed excellence and immaculate. He rose up with a welcoming smile once he saw Yang Qing headed in their direction.
"Judge Yang Qing it's always a pleasure to have you grace us with your presence at our little establishment," the manager said as he cupped his fists. Every movement he made was matched with grace and elegance.
