Seeing Wang Hao and Tan Haipin sitting together, the expressions on their faces grew increasingly ugly.
"Mr. Tan, we've finally found you. The herbal medicine auction on our side is about to start, so why are you still sitting here!"
Song Jianjun mustered up his courage and came to Tan Haipin's side, pleading. Even if Song Jianjun was unhappy, he dared not lose his temper at Tan Haipin, instead wearing a distressed look.
"Mr. Tan, these small stalls only have some insignificant street goods; there is nothing good. You mustn't be deceived by Wang Hao, this crooked merchant!"
Cheng Yin also joined in persuading Tan Haipin.
The mayor stood by, watching with a face as long as a donkey's.
The city had also allocated manpower and resources for this herbal medicine auction. If Song Jianjun managed to mess it up, he would never let Song Jianjun off the hook.
