"A farmer is just a farmer, always pretending to be something he's not. I really want to see what you can pull off today!"
The middle-aged man mocked mercilessly.
Just then, the owner of the jade stone shop came out from the back with a ticket in hand and handed it to the middle-aged man.
"Tell me, boss, you're supposed to be the most famous jade stone shop on this street, so why are you letting just anyone in? Doesn't that lower the class of your shop?"
The middle-aged man took the ticket and said, looking at Wang Hao's back.
At the moment, Wang Hao was feeling the jade stones on the counter and found that all of them were ordinary rocks without anything valuable inside.
The boss glanced at Wang Hao unwittingly following the middle-aged man's gaze, and he felt a start of recognition, sensing that the figure was very familiar.
Just as Wang Hao finished looking, he picked up two small stones and approached the owner.
"Wang Hao? Mr. Wang!"
