Not long after, Su Mo arrived at the remote grocery store. The old man was as always standing behind the counter, busy with something unknown.
"Old man!"
Su Mo greeted him warmly.
The old man just glanced at Su Mo and rasped, "Speak if you have something to say."
"Hehe, I have a small favor to ask of you, Master."
"Hmph, a small favor? Your matters are never small, speak up."
The old man didn't believe Su Mo's nonsense.
"Haha, it really is a minor thing. Here's the situation: I'm leading the fleet on an expedition, and it's inconvenient to carry all the materials, so I thought of entrusting them to you for safekeeping for a while."
Su Mo responded cheerfully.
"You have quite the guts, entrusting such a large fortune to me, aren't you afraid I'll take it?"
The old man's raspy voice carried a hint of sarcasm.
"Not afraid, I still trust you."
"Got it, I'll have someone take care of it."
The old man replied coldly.
"Hehe, by the way, old man, I have another question."
