The moment he saw the note, the man in the black coat knew this had to be the person who had bought up all the supplies they needed.
"Let's go." Led by the man in black, they found the Teahouse.
Four Millelith soldiers stood downstairs, looking as though they were guarding something, imposing and solemn.
The sight left the group somewhat surprised.
"This isn't some kind of trap, is it...?" one man muttered.
"We only just got here. We haven't caused any trouble, and we don't know anyone. Who would set a trap for us? Don't overthink it."
"Exactly. Doesn't Liyue value the spirit of contracts above all else? They wouldn't shoot themselves in the foot."
Despite their words, they were still a little frightened, each cautiously walking past the two Millelith soldiers at the entrance.
Once they confirmed that the soldiers made no move, they headed to the Teahouse's second floor as directed. After asking a server, they were led to a private room.
The moment they entered, every one of them froze.
The entire room was packed with the supplies they needed.
"You're here."
Just then, a deep, resonant voice came from behind a partition in the room.
The sudden voice startled them all.
"The detailed prices are on the table."
Hearing that voice, they instinctively approached the table, where a sheet of paper clearly listed the price of every item.
At the very bottom of the sheet were the total quantities of each supply and the overall price.
The man in black's eyelid twitched at the prices. He felt himself going numb.
"Sir, since we're all businessmen, why don't we talk face-to-face? We could get to know each other."
Hearing the man in black's words, the Teahouse owner behind the partition grew nervous, unsure what to say.