Calm down… calm down…
Zhao Boan repeatedly encouraged himself. Seeing the dense crowd raised his heartbeat. Heavens have pity on him, he was merely a small merchant and had never seen such a scene.
Cotton Tree Tavern was just a small guesthouse, its narrow lobby about to explode because of this crowd. The boss, who was initially displeased, quickly became friendly and even offered tea upon seeing major figures.
Of course, everyone ignored him and rushed toward Zhao Boan instead.
"Snow lava right? Is that what it’s called? Can I buy it now?"
"How much is it? Is there a special price for bulk purchase?"
"How do we establish a long term business relationship with you?"
...
The crowd asked their questions all at once. The alleyway was bustling.
A few in charge from big enterprises sat at a corner without a word. They looked on cooly as those small enterprises moved about eagerly, trying to secure the lowest price.
