The contract seal glowed green between Xiao Bai’s trembling fingers.
Manager Wang rubbed his chin and laughed. The sound was like dry gravel grinding in a stone mortar. Beside him, Young Master Liu Feng waved an ivory fan with a silk tassel. Concubine Rou leaned her soft hip against Liu Feng’s shoulder and giggled into her sleeve.
“Ten percent commission for a fired rabbit girl?” Liu Feng scoffed. He pointed his fan at Lin Mo’s plain blue robe. “Manager Wang, don’t let this bumpkin frighten you. He probably dug up one good pill from an old tomb outside the pass. I’ll bet you a million Supreme Spirit Stones right now that he buys a ten-stone wound patch and runs out the door.”
Manager Wang bowed with an oily grin. “Young Master Liu speaks with great wisdom. A stray dog that finds a bone still sleeps in the gutter. If this pauper buys more than five spirit stones worth of trash, I’ll eat my own sales abacus.”
Concubine Rou tapped Liu Feng’s chest with her painted nails. “Young Master, don’t waste bets on beggars. Buy me that Golden-Phoenix hairpin on the second floor instead. His whole clan couldn’t afford the velvet box it rests in.”
