After searching for quite a while without seeing a soul, the Watermelon Men returned to the front courtyard one after another.
One Watermelon Man had been injured, watermelon juice seeping out. Geng Zhiwei hurriedly ordered the shop hands to bandage it.
Jia Quansheng said from the side, "Brother, aren't you being a little too careful? This thing isn't even a living person."
Geng Zhiwei shot Jia Quansheng a look. "Do you fucking know how much one of these costs? If it weren't for you, would I have spent this much money?"
"Yes, yes." Jia Quansheng wore a fawning smile. "It was all for me."
Though he said that, Jia Quansheng was unhappy inside.
Geng Zhiwei made it sound as if he had taken a loss. He had taken all ten of Qin Xiaopang's Snake Spot Pills, and Yu Nan's Yu Family Cloth Shop would end up in his hands too!
When all was said and done, all he had lost was Rong Jin'an, plus the money spent on buying over twenty watermelons.
Jia Quansheng had met that Farming Cultivator. A Watermelon Man sold for just over twenty thousand. Geng Zhiwei had traded that for a cloth shop—where had he lost out?
Besides, these Watermelon Men could be used for a year. If they were injured, a little water would let them heal on their own. At such a cheap price, he had bought something so useful. How the fuck was Geng Zhiwei losing out?
Of course, those were only thoughts in Jia Quansheng's heart. He certainly did not dare say them aloud.
The Watermelon Men could not speak. Since one had been injured, they must have encountered an ambush. Geng Zhiwei personally led people through the rear courtyard for another inspection. Seeing no one, he simply ordered them to set