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The Rat Immortal sat securely on its spacious palanquin.
With both tiny paws tucked onto its belly and the short whiskers at the corners of its mouth twitching—because of the wrinkles on its face were so plentiful, Zheng Qing couldn't be entirely sure whether the spherical-like old mouse was opening its eyes or squinting—there it sat on the palanquin, leisurely explaining:
"You're looking for a suitable gimmick and don't want to provoke trouble from that little girl of the Qingqiu Su Family... easy to handle. I can provide you with a gimmick."
"You can claim that this little shop has obtained exclusive trading rights with the Mouse Clan of First University."
"This gimmick isn't much less influential than the influence brought by the Su Family's little girl..."
Zheng Qing tugged at the corner of his mouth, wearing an embarrassed yet polite smile on his face.
