"Whew, it's finally over."
Hafra wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.
He turned to look at Nethers beside him and found that he had already collapsed onto the ground, leaning against the wall by the shop entrance like a dead pig, utterly motionless.
"Hey, Nethers, you're a young man! How can you be this useless? Get up!" Hafra could not help scolding him.
Nethers weakly lifted his eyelids to look at Hafra and said plaintively, "My dear uncle, I've been running around all morning without a moment's rest. Can't you let me take a little break? I don't have any strength left."
Hafra was about to scold him again, but Prado came over and raised a hand to stop him.
"That's enough, little brother. Let him rest. He really wore himself out today." Prado caught his own breath, then shook his head. "Never mind all the physical work he's been doing. Just keeping the accounts left me so busy that my head was spinning. I wished I could find two people to take over for me. Honestly, Hafra, the accounts I had to tally this morning alone were enough to match more than half a year's worth before."
"Of course! Business was fantastic today." Hafra laughed, then leaned closer to Prado and lowered his voice. "Well? Have you finished adding it up?"
Prado first put a finger to his lips, signaling for quiet. Then, unable to contain his excitement, he glanced around, cleared his throat, and held up four fingers for Hafra.
Hafra's eyes immediately lit up.
Four fingers meant four thousand gold coins.
In other words, just this morning, selling the five thousand outfits he had brought from the Lampari Kingdom had earned them more than four thousand gold coins in revenue!
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