"Young lady, do you have any more beast materials? Any part will do."
"Sorry, uncle, you're too late. That was really our last box of materials earlier, a total of about two thousand kilograms, sold out in no time."
"Ah, alright, alright."
Seeing off an elderly client with disappointment on his face, Wang Qiang patted her chest with lingering fear:
"Oh my god, these clients and agents are just too crazy."
Next to her, Wu Fan casually pulled a set of cotton coats from behind and laid it on the stall, with 'XXL' prominently written on them, and said:
"I guess these people all have procurement tasks. If they can't acquire enough goods, they might get penalized or have their bonuses deducted. Back when I was still in school, the way people grabbed salt at the supermarket made this look tame compared to a diarrhea outbreak with the neighbor's dog."
Wang Qiang didn't respond, humming a little tune, clearly in a good mood because of the huge influx of Spirit Stones.
