After that, Lin Beichen picked up the clothes again and said, "We'll take these clothes with us first. I'll pay you later."
How would Brother Biao dare let Lin Beichen pay? He hurriedly snatched the bag back, carefully wrapped up the clothes, and forcibly shoved them into Lin Beichen's hands. "Mr. Lin Beichen buying clothes from me is already giving me face. Take as many as you like, and this young lady can pick whatever she wants. Don't mention money—talking about money is like slapping me in the face."
Lin Beichen smiled and said, "I'll give you the money tonight, don't worry."
Afterwards, Brother Biao and the fatty respectfully invited Lin Beichen to go have tea, while the others were dispersed by Brother Biao's men. The fatty actually still had things he wanted to say.
"Mr. Lin, there are some matters I'd like to discuss with you." The fatty's expression suddenly turned serious.
