"Actually, I just landed a huge deal for our restaurant. Here, this is the payment."
"Well now, what kind of big deal is this? They're certainly generous." The Shopkeeper took the money in his hands. Ten thousand taels!
"It's for Old Prince Feng's birthday celebration. He wants to hold it here at our Immortal Sea Building..."
The Shopkeeper's expression froze. "Who did you say?"
"Old Prince Feng! It's booked for the twelfth of the sixth month. Oh, right, I heard someone already has a reservation for that day. You'll need to hurry and have someone clear it out to make space for Old Prince Feng—Ow! Shopkeeper, what are you doing?"
Before Qin Fuwei could finish speaking, a stack of gold bank notes was slapped across her face.
"Miss Qin, who gave you the nerve to accept this money?" The Shopkeeper exploded with rage.
"But... Shopkeeper, why would you turn down good money...?"
