"Fine, Supreme Lord Lao. I'll accept your taking ten Daoist Merit Points per carton of cigarettes for now, but why did I end up owing you points? How do you explain that?"
Chen Hao struggled to contain his devastating fury as he sent an indignant reply to Supreme Lord Lao.
Supreme Lord Lao explained again, "Didn't you borrow a thousand Daoist Merit Points from me before? Once that's deducted, this is what you get. There's no mistake!"
Chen Hao slapped his forehead. How had he forgotten about that? In an instant, all the fight went out of him.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Pay me those Daoist Merit Points you owe now, would you? My principle in business is simple: no credit."
Oh, screw you! Not a word of comfort, just rubbing salt in the wound! Chen Hao grumbled inwardly, almost in tears. After all that trouble, he hadn't gained a thing and had ended up buried in debt. What the hell was this?
"I don't have any! I don't have a single Daoist Merit Point right now. Same arrangement as before—just deduct it from my future commissions!"
"That's possible, but you must send me the chocolate you promised to let me sell as soon as possible so I can list it. I've already done all the advertising. I'm just waiting for your stock!"
"Hey, hey, are you still there? Don't play dead! Hurry up and send the goods!"
Chen Hao couldn't even be bothered to answer him. You old swindler, you still expect me to send you goods? Not a chance!
Forget chocolate. Piss me off enough, and you won't even get cigarettes.
He had just closed his conversation with Supreme Lord Lao when the God of Wealth suddenly appeared. "Fellow immortal Little Charlatan, are you there?"
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