After using the restroom, Suzuki Xiaya pondered how to make this boring autograph session end sooner... or, better yet, keep it from starting at all.
As for the old man he had encountered in the restroom, he soon put the matter out of his mind.
How should he put it...? The old man was indeed high quality in his eyes, but he had no intention of fawning over the man relentlessly—he wasn't one of those salesmen who knew nothing but how to suck up to customers all day long.
Besides, as a professional debt collector, Suzuki Xiaya had stepped in for the shop eight hundred, if not a thousand, times. When had any of his targets ever been weaklings...? If they were weaklings, they wouldn't have needed him to act.
He had seen too much. The other party could come or not, but as long as they had an inclination, he would definitely know at the first opportunity—that was roughly what he thought.
He really wasn't good at making sales. Occasionally opening an account as extra income was fine, but if he truly wanted to fill out his dismal performance record, the fastest method was still to return to the shop and ask Maid Miss whether there were any bad debts she could let him handle.
Violence was always the fastest way to make money.
Thus, on his way back, the fierce-looking young man directly ran into the firefighter with a burning face wandering through the corridor.
Suzuki Xiaya blinked, then immediately had an idea. He felt that it could be put to good use.
Suzuki Xiaya leisurely returned to the hotel lobby. There was still some time before the autograph session began, so he walked over to the child at the very front of the line.
The child