Old Zhou, with a face full of indignation, pointed at Yang Fan and said, "You little rascal, you're not being fair. I just brought you such a big benefit today, and now you're turning around and doubting my business integrity? Let me tell you, you can forget about such good deals in the future. And what about the market price? It's definitely the market behind my buttocks, where else could it be?"
"Alright, alright, I wronged you. But don't talk about me like I'm ungrateful. When I have good stuff, I still think of you first." Yang Fan laughed, "Then rest up, we're going to pick up the goods."
"Do you need me to come over? Our main thing is providing thorough service, with pick-up and drop-off." Old Zhou grinned with his dark face, his smile resembling that of Maitreya Buddha.
Yang Fan chuckled softly, "Are you serious?"
