"How much for these?" Little Mudan cut to the chase.
Master Yi shook his head, "The master dislikes these items; we cannot accept them. If we did, it would affect Qiansui, which is absolutely forbidden."
"I don't care about your Qiansui or whatever, can't accept them? Have I been busy for nothing?!"
Little Mudan's brows furrowed. She knew her own circumstances well. If these thirty-some items were all unsatisfactory, the remaining group, barely able to afford their food, would unlikely have anything better.
What on earth did this group of damn bastards want?
Their demands were too high?
Was this deal going to result in a loss?
Impossible!
She slammed a knife down on the table, her face losing any charm, sneering as she said, "Master Yi, you really have a way with jokes. You say the quality isn't up to par and that's that? Fine, don't take the goods, but since you sought me out, whether you take the merchandise or not, you still have to pay!"
