Faced with their questions, Jiang Yu merely spread his hands.
"If I really had to explain it, I honestly couldn't. I call it an understanding between smart people!"
Jiang Yu's words made March 7th roll her eyes. "The moment you said that, you stopped being a smart person, didn't you...?"
Listening to their exchange, Dan Heng and Stelle both smiled helplessly.
Then, with Dan Heng's help, Jiang Yu briefly described his dealings with Sampo. Essentially, Sampo was no ordinary person, so he had decided to squeeze some cash out of him and discuss the Fragmentum Creature Products business while he was at it.
With Dan Heng's help, March 7th and Stelle fully understood all of this as well.
Afterward, they chatted idly about a few other things.
Suddenly, a familiar flash of dark blue caught March 7th's eye.
Dark blue hair, a burgundy vest, a tall figure, and a slightly flamboyant posture like some flashy young punk-all those features pointed to one person.
"Ah, look! Sampo's over there!" March 7th called.
Sampo, who was heading out of the Fight Club, glanced back from the corner of his eye without turning his head.
As Uncle Cold Legs, a man with extensive business connections, he was usually very busy.
Besides swindling, cheating, and petty theft, he also had to bring supplies to the Underworld and play with the children. Now, he had no choice but to shoulder new tasks, such as developing a major business, training Sampo Corgi, and playing with his newly acquainted junior colleague.
Poor Old Sampo could barely squeeze out any time for himself... He could only hurry to set up the stage and theater he needed.
Of course, busy as all that sounded, Uncle Cold Legs still enjoyed every moment of it.
In his junior colleague's words, it