As Bai Xiaosheng publicly explained the string of southern red beads, two elderly men stood and watched from start to finish outside the crowd that had gathered to watch the commotion.
One, broad and fat, exuded prosperity, hands clasped behind his back, with a hint of arrogance and leisure in his eyes.
The other had a strong mercantile air about him and smiled obsequiously the entire time to the elder by his side.
"This young fellow is quite interesting. Hmm, is he a friend of Yiran? That would explain it. Yiran often talks about various things to people around him. What a pity, my grandson is too reckless and young, and so are his friends, always looking to stand out," the prosperous elder said, shaking his head with a smile.
The implication was that Bai Xiaosheng's ability to discern the southern red beads all came from his grandson, Sun Yiran, and in the end, it was on the strength of Sun Yiran's reputation that he managed the situation.
