"It's not the Black Wisteria Mat, as the Southern Dynasty and North Korea have been squabbling lately, with shells flying back and forth, making border control very strict. It'll be some time before we can get any Black Wisteria. However, Boss Qiu, taking into account how you've been nagging about our mats for so many days, I have a better mat right here that's just been woven, so I brought it straight over for you." Mao Dazhu pulled Boss Qiu into the back storehouse, while Xiao Xian helped the shop assistants organize the mats in the store.
Soon after, Boss Qiu and Mao Dazhu came out from the back, arm in arm, with the mat already in Boss Qiu's hands. "Brother, if you ever get such good mats again, you must notify me first."
"Of course, Brother Qiu, you have a keen eye and you know your stuff. It's our first deal, and it's been a pleasure." Mao Dazhu's face was flushed with delight, his mouth stretched to his ears.
