"Yo,"
Liu Zheng greeted from a distance.
The French Plane Tree glanced at him and then turned its face away.
"Hey, is there really a need to dislike me so much?"
he said speechlessly.
"Don't you have any idea? You artifact thief!"
The French Plane Tree cursed.
"I traded for them,"
Liu Zheng denied.
"Pah, the value isn't equal at all."
The French Plane Tree spat a mouthful of sap at him.
"Rarity is what makes things valuable. Who else could bring you a drink every day like I do?"
he smiled.
"And who else could be honest with you and not be fooled by you?"
"Go away! I don't want to trade with you today,"
The French Plane Tree pursed its lips and said.
"Really? A whole case of fifteen-year-old Mao Tai."
Liu Zheng raised the case he was holding.
"Damn! How did you get that?"
The French Plane Tree widened its eyes, its branches shaking with fright.
"Brother made a little fortune yesterday, nothing worth mentioning,"
he said with feigned modesty.
