"Old Sir."
"We let our mouths run loose just now."
The mustached man had tried to get up and leave, only to be pressed back into his seat by an eerie force. He knew the old man before him was likely unimaginably powerful.
On one hand, he invoked the name of the North-South Chamber of Commerce.
On the other, he filled a cup with cloudy yellow wine for the Old Man, his face wreathed in smiles.
Holding the cup in both hands, he lowered himself humbly. "We're just a few useless businessmen, believing every rumor we hear and babbling nonsense."
"We offended the heroes of Tiger Lian Mountain."
"Please be magnanimous, sir. Don't lower yourself to argue with trash like us."
The Square-faced Man and the young man beside him hurriedly nodded and bowed as well. "Yes, yes, yes. We were just bragging and talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart, old sir. Just pretend we were farting."
They were businessmen, after all.
They had long grown accustomed to flattering others and making concessions. Showing weakness was nothing.
A real man could bend or stretch as needed.
The Old Man slowly lifted his cup. His cloudy eyes lingered on its rim for a moment before he took a shallow sip.
After drinking.
A kindly smile appeared on his face.
"It's nothing."
"You've all come from afar, and you're brothers from the North-South Chamber of Commerce. What harm is there in saying a few things?"
The Old Man paused.
His gaze swept over the ruined, desolate streets outside the tavern.
"Now that everything must be rebuilt, what matters most is putting people's hearts at ease. Harmony brings wealth. We couldn't ask for more than for you to come to Ninggu City."
Hearing the Old Man's calm tone.
The mustached man's