Mine Owner Hua Erzi

Just as he was about to step away, Richard suddenly thought of something. He looked at the bartender, raised a hand, and handed over one of the silver coins he was holding before taking out two more fresh silver coins and pushing them across the counter.

Richard said to the bartender, "What you told me has more or less answered all my questions. As agreed, these three silver coins are yours."

"Then thank you, wealthy sir whose name I don't know." The bartender smiled, deftly slipped the three silver coins into his pocket, and said cheerfully, "If you have any business like this again, I hope you'll come to me!"

After speaking, the bartender glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him and that the tavern owner was absent, he quickly took a bottle of freshly brewed beer from the liquor cabinet behind him and handed it to Richard.

"Oh, take this too, wealthy sir," the bartender said. "Consider it my gift in return for this deal. Uh, don't be in a hurry to refuse. I know people of your status probably don't like drinking this stuff. To be honest, I don't like it either. It's sour and bitter, like expired vinegar.

"But just because you and I don't like it doesn't mean no one does. For example, the person you're planning to talk to—down-and-out Mr. Hua Erzi likes it. If you go over empty-handed and speak to him, he might respond, but he definitely won't be very friendly. But if you bring him this bottle of beer, things might go much more smoothly. He might even listen to whatever you say."

After hearing the bartender's words, Richard glanced at him, raising his opinion of the man by a few degrees. He did not stand on ceremony,