"What a dumb, money-spraying idiot!"
"Then fucking throw it a little slower!"
While Li Wei sat steady as a fisherman watching his float, in a tailor shop diagonally across from Hogg Alchemy Supermarket, the tailor Mailanke watched Old Cohen from the perfume shop next door toss aside his work and hire people outside the Hogg Supermarket to buy up every kind of weapon. His eyes turned red with envy. He slapped his wooden ruler onto the sewing machine and told his plump daughter, who had just returned fully loaded from a shopping spree across the street:
"Estian, come watch the shop for me. Your old man has something to do and needs to head out."
"What dead man's shop are you still watching? If even one customer comes into our shop today, I'll take Old Cohen's surname next door."
His plump daughter Estian rolled her eyes. "Who told you not to give me more money earlier? Regretting it now, aren't you? Who knows how long the queue will be by now."
"You! ...You're right! Close the shop for today, then! There probably won't be any business today anyway."
Mailanke had just put on his coat when he seemed to recall something. He halted, hurriedly untied the coin purse from his waist, and stuffed it into his daughter's hands. "Now, take your two brothers and find those people handing out flyers. Buy the membership application forms from them! Two—no! There's no telling whether someone is already doing this. Buy them at three copper thumbs apiece! The more, the better! If you pull it off, I'll give you an extra ten silver coins for pocket money this month!"
"Really?!" Estian's eyes instantly lit up, and even her bloated body trembled with excitement.
"Go, quickly!" Mailanke hurriedly shoved his daughter out the door,