Fang Mo brought Ding Zhiyuan and He Shaobing to Fuyun Hall.
This had been a Yue Family business. He and Yue Jian had come here before, but now that he had returned, it had changed owners.
He had watched the news recently.
Aside from the major news of the martial competition, the biggest story was that the entire Yue Family had migrated to Zhiyuan Star. He had called Yue Jian, but the call would not go through. He had likely already left.
Unfortunately, Fang Mo had ultimately been unable to see Yue Jian off, leaving him somewhat downcast.
Fortunately, Manager Jia, the person in charge of Fuyun Hall, was extremely enthusiastic, even somewhat ingratiating. He gave them priority every step of the way and quickly completed the handover of supplies.
"Manager Jia, I still have some vouchers here. I wonder if they can be redeemed this month?"
Fang Mo took out the medicinal vouchers and Exotic Beast Meat vouchers Yue Jian had given him and handed them to Manager Jia.
Manager Jia took them and looked them over, a troubled expression appearing on his face. "Brother Fang, I'll be honest with you. Our quotas are one radish per hole—every slot is filled. You've got quite a lot here, so this is a little difficult!"
Fang Mo frowned slightly. Had Yue Jian's vouchers already become useless the moment he left?
Then Manager Jia suddenly gave a mysterious smile and lowered his voice.
"However, Brother Fang isn't an outsider. If I squeeze things tight and make some room for you, it should be possible!"
Fang Mo immediately understood upon hearing this. The man was showing him goodwill and likely wanted something in return. He smiled faintly.
"Then thank you, Manager Jia. I'll need you to look after me more in the future!"