"Big Boss Shu, we have brought the goods for this week…"
In front of a bustling shop in the City of Immortals, a middle-aged merchant with a plump figure stooped and cupped his hands and looked at the teenager in front of him flatteringly. There were perspiration oozing from his forehead, but he dared not wipe it.
The young man in front of the merchant gave him a faint look, and then turned his eyes to the carriage behind the merchant and could not help but smile.
"Mr. Tan, don't you think that the amount of weekly supply should be more than that?"
The merchant hastened to say, "Big Boss Shu, you don't know this, but I have my difficulties too. Recently…"
The teenager waved his hand. "No need to say it, it's useless. I don't need to know if you have any difficulties. As merchants, we all have our own difficulties. I just want to ask, what to do when the deeds are different from the words?"
