It was another day of drizzling rain.
The General Store was open as usual. A fated visitor emerged from the damp, dense fog and was led into the shop by Fat Tiger, who was yawning sleepily. About half an incense stick later, Fat Tiger carried the unlucky fellow out by the back of his neck in his huge jaws and hurled him hard into the fog.
He had probably rolled all the way back to where he came from along the mountain path and stone steps. A few bumps and bruises were unavoidable.
Inside the shop, Bai Yujun sat in a chair doing the accounts.
"There really are clever people, huh. I clearly said they had to use the most precious treasure in their hearts, or precious materials, or memories Gaze into the Past. Yet he actually used trash and claimed it was a relic his mother had left him, the thing he treasured most in his heart. Heh. What terrible acting. Utterly foolish."
If that unlucky fellow had traded honestly, he might have soared into the heavens from then on.
Instead, he had planted his face straight into the ground and wasted a perfectly good opportunity.
Bai Yujun found it perfectly normal. Business was business. Deals sometimes failed for one reason or another; there was no need to use her talent, Gaze into the Future. That would make it no fun. Going with the flow was much more interesting.
She put on a show of pinching her fingers and calculating. There would still be two customers coming to shop today. Business was rather brisk.
Her avatar was supervising the construction of the Dragon Palace. She only needed to check on it occasionally. Business was what mattered most.
"Ah, so exhausting. A diligent tyrant like me truly stands alone throughout