All eyes were fixed on Zhang Xiaowei.
The white-haired Bai Zizai stared coldly at him.
"This kid must be a bumpkin, how can he speak like that?"
"Don't know where this country bumpkin came from, it's hilarious."
"He thinks he can do business with Master Bai? He's not worthy!"
Before Bai Zizai even had a chance to speak, the onlooking crowd was already displeased.
For a moment, the crowd burst into a chorus of curses.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Xiaowei's face felt somewhat uncomfortable.
And just then, Bai Zizai, with a cold expression, said in a deep voice, "Speak up about what business you want to do with an old man like me, let's hear it."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei looked around and still mustered the courage to approach.
"Master Bai, I plan to have a Buddha statue built in our village and I would like you to help design it."
Bai Zizai chuckled and slowly shook his head.
"If your village lacks a Buddha statue, just go buy one from any craft store."
