Near noon, Meng Haoran of the Xinghua Village Meng Family leaned against the wooden wall of the Trading Hall, a faint smile at the corner of his lips as he watched the Qinghe Commandery City townsfolk and cultivators coming and going within the Xinghua Village Meng Family Trading Hall.
Beside Meng Haoran stood Granny Yu of the Black Market and Gray Robe Jiang Lao, Jiang Haifei, both members of the Xinghua Village Meng Family.
Gray Robe Jiang Lao, Jiang Haifei, gave Meng Haoran a huge thumbs-up and praised, "Hao Ran, this old man truly yields to you. How did you grasp the human heart so exquisitely? If this old man had been the person in charge of this Xinghua Village Meng Family Trading Hall, the moment those Qinghe Commandery City townsfolk and cultivators wanted to buy our cultivation item, I would have given it to them long ago. Why wait until now? Yet you did not choose my method. Instead, you blazed a different trail and tightly seized upon the thoughts in the hearts of those Qinghe Commandery City townsfolk and cultivators. In merely one morning, you not only sold a full thousand portions of Spiritflow Liquid, but also cleared out every bit of the Trading Hall's remaining stock. Impressive! Truly impressive beyond measure!"
Granny Yu of the Black Market nodded repeatedly as well. "Yes. Today, I will not waste my breath bickering with you, Old Jiang. This old woman greatly agrees with your thoughts today. I have lived for nearly a hundred years, and in this lifetime, I do not know how many opponents and enemies I have encountered. Yet Meng Haoran, you are the first person to earn this old woman's admiration. Regarding today's matter, this old woman thinks the same as Old Jiang: I admire you to