"Consign? What are you selling? These... monsters?" The masked man was surprised by Li Huazhao's suggestion, but a close look at Li Huazhao's face revealed he seemed serious, no hint of humor. The masked man shook his head and refused, "No, such a thing has never happened before."
Indeed, who in their right mind would think to consign stuff in his shop?
Clearly, it was impossible.
"Since it has never happened before, that means there's no explicit regulation against it, right? So why not?" Li Huazhao persisted, "Trust me, this deal will make you swim in profit."
"Let me think about it." The masked man observed the grass babies that Li Huazhao had inside the glass cabinets.
From what he could see, aside from being a bit ugly, the grass babies did not seem to have any significant issues. They had no odor, didn't make any bothersome noise, just sat silently in the glass cabinets, like tufts of grass.
