"Playing dumb with me, are you? Master Tang, the Jianghu has its methods, and the business world has its rules. There's an established price for Middle Grade treasure swords. Look at how cheaply you're selling them. Are you leaving the Mystic Treasure Pavilion any room to survive?" Fan Dongfeng sneered.
"Trade is free. I've always simply sold more at a smaller profit.
"Besides, look, I only sell Middle Grade treasure swords. For your Mystic Treasure Pavilion, that's just one small part of your business.
"The other goods in my Sumei Supermarket hardly overlap with yours. Even if you stopped selling Middle Grade treasure swords, you wouldn't lose money," Tang Wen said.
"What a joke! When there's money, everyone should earn some; when there are clothes, everyone should have some to wear. Master Tang, if you insist on carrying on like this, perhaps one day Sumei Supermarket will simply disappear," Fan Ni said sourly.
"Who wants to destroy Sumei Supermarket? You'll have to ask whether I, Tu Qianqiu, agree!" Just then, Tu Qianqiu came in from the back, holding a soy-sauce braised pig trotter.
"Senior Tu, we weren't talking about you." At the sight of him, Fan Dongfeng hurriedly cupped his fists.
"Not talking about me? You were talking about me. I live at the Cloud Garment Workshop. What are you trying to do, destroying the supermarket?" Tu Qianqiu snorted.
"Senior, the Mystic Treasure Pavilion isn't the only business in Black Tortoise City. If he breaks the rules of the trade, everyone will come knocking. When that happens, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop them," Fan Dongfeng sneered.
"Go ahead and call them over. If you dare cause trouble, I'll go poison your homes tomorrow. I'd like to see who can cure my poison." Tu Qianqiu flicked his