Bullet screens scrolled by en masse, while far to the east of Jiulong Street, beneath a teahouse.
"Boss of Moxing Commerce Association, Xu Gengchen. Today's performance was very poor."
Under the gilded plaque of 'Moxing Tea House,' a white-haired, red-eyed young man held a New Gospel, and in front of him, Boss Xu, who was used to calling the shots on Jiulong Street, was hunched over, rubbing his hands, his ingratiating smile slightly changing upon hearing the words 'very poor.'
"Is there some mistake?" Seeing the young man about to leave, Xu Gengchen hurriedly chased after him and asked.
"Tsk, you're too close. What are you trying to do?" The young man in fiery red overalls rubbed his nose and stood over, displeased as he blocked the man's way.
Seeing this, the man quickly lowered his posture, nodding like a pecking chicken, occasionally looking up to secretly observe the expressions of the two Disciplinary Officers.
