"Yes indeed~~~"

The Fat Boss was completely absorbed in his own gloating, not noticing the strange tone from the owner of Stall No. 1. He boasted again, "Well, I actually expected the price to be around thirty or forty thousand, but that young fellow insisted on giving me seventy thousand. No one would complain about having too much money, right, Old Yang?"

The owner of Stall No. 1, with a dark expression, suppressed the urge to punch the Fat Boss and asked, "Old Wang, the young fellow you're talking about, could it be that Bai Wu from a couple of days ago?"

"Yes! That's him!" The Fat Boss nodded with a glowing face.