"Look, we ordinary folks can't afford oil for cooking, so if you're selling oil, you might as well prepare to close shop," said the merchant nonchalantly. "Business isn't just about passion, you need someone older to give you guidance."
Chen Nuo didn't plan on arguing with him, merely nodding his head, "You're right, Uncle."
"I don't really mean it," sensed the merchant, feeling that Chen Nuo was brushing him off, before continuing, "This kind of experience can only be passed down after you've been through it. How about this, you don't look like you're spoken for, and my daughter, a bit younger than you, is the epitome of gentle and virtuous. I think you're a good guy, so why don't you come with me to my place and meet my daughter?"
"No, thanks. I still have a store to run," Chen Nuo declined.
