Song Xincai was still quite famous among the residents of the town, most people recognized him, or at least recognized his Maybach, there were only a handful of people in the town who could afford to drive a luxury car of this caliber.
"Boss Song, it's not that the shopkeeper has any real skill, these people are here because they felt unwell after taking his medicine and are seeking justice," a person from the crowd said, trying to cozy up to him by actively explaining the situation.
"Oh?" Song Xincai let out a light sound of suspicion, then took a few steps forward, pretending that he had just noticed Su Wen.
Song Xincai immediately sneered coldly, "Heh, I see, it's you, the country bumpkin."
"Boss Song knows this shopkeeper?" people from the town asked curiously.
