"Go ahead." The waiter glanced at Ji Baiwei's face and immediately lowered his head.
"Is the calligraphy framed in your shop really Perfected Han's original work?" Ji Baiwei pointed at the calligraphy hanging on the wall.
"Of course!" The waiter subconsciously raised his head and stuck out his chest.
"Guest, you don't know yet, right? Before Perfected Han achieved the Dao, he also had a down-and-out period of time. Back then, he lived in our shop and accidentally destroyed a courtyard, but the old shopkeeper didn't ask him to compensate. It was just that Perfected Han left behind a painting as a souvenir."
"I see." Ji Baiwei nodded and asked, "Since you're keeping it as a souvenir, isn't it inappropriate for you to hang it in the hall so openly?"
