Song Xiaodong said, "Cash in one hand, goods in the other. Even if I regret it, that's my business. Sir, I'm really sorry, but this Deer Antler, I'm taking it today."
"You punk, you've got guts. Today I'm not just taking the Deer Antler, I'm going to make sure you spend a few days in the hospital too!" Mr. Li said to Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong turned around directly, impatience written all over his face.
The little boss of the herb shop saw that he couldn't persuade Song Xiaodong, so he had to walk over to Boss Li, looking at him with a troubled expression, saying nothing.
"Alright, you can go back, stay out of this. I'm getting this Deer Antler today no matter what." Mr. Li said to the little herb shop boss.
The little boss of the herb shop felt like he'd been granted amnesty and turned around to leave.
Before long, a group of people walked in, followed by a woman in sunglasses, a red professional outfit, and black high heels, escorted in by a bunch of thugs.
