Yi Lin kept silent.
Master Ma puffed on his cigarette, making a smacking sound.
In a blink, only the cigarette butt remained.
He continued, "Although my hotpot restaurant is thriving, it's still not renowned enough to be considered far-sighted; I'm well aware of that."
Thriving business?
Yi Lin silently watched a fly circling near the ceiling and nodded in agreement, without saying anything.
"Looking at your age, you're about 20 or so? Finished college yet? Just came out to look for a job, huh? Hehe, I don't think so," he said.
"You came straight to my shop without a second word, faced with the low salary and not-too-harsh conditions, you agreed without changing your expression."
"Moreover, your facial features are plain, but your eyebrows are sharp in the front and wide at the back, a dark mole on your life palace, red streaks in your eyes, and a few wrinkles at the outer corners. This kind of face either belongs to someone extremely brutal or extremely evil..."
