"Upon hearing this voice, Yang Chuxia looked carefully and found it was actually the old man from Wangquan Town who sold ground beans.
In front of the old man stood someone who appeared to be a boss, with a face like a pointed monkey, sporting a goatee, and behind him stood three or four men dressed as servants.
"Old man, I kindly looked after your business and bought ground beans from you to sell in my restaurant, but you actually poisoned me. Now my guests have been poisoned and are still unconscious, what should we do?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The old man shook his head, "I myself eat these ground beans, how could they be poisonous?" He picked up a ground bean that was fallen on the side and stuffed it in his mouth as if afraid of disbelief.
