With such thoughts, Casaman stood at the entrance of the coffee shop and saw No. 799.
It was a three-story building, and various garments were being aired on the balcony facing the street on the third floor, all of which looked like beautiful silk fabrics.
These were fine goods from Thainan, each worth a considerable amount, indeed it seemed like there was a fat sheep. Now the problem was that he had yet to see the fat sheep himself. In a no-capital business, the most important thing is to know both yourself and your enemy, your own strengths, and the enemy's weaknesses. Only by doing so can you truly feast on the fat sheep, rather than kicking against an iron board.
Obviously, standing in the street was no solution, so Casaman walked into the café. He was somewhat surprised to see that the owner, whom he knew well, was not there: "Hello, where is your boss?"
