"We can't call him Brother Hu anymore. We should call him 'the Monk.'"
"You'd dare say that to his face?"
"Wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
Brother Long watched them chat with a faint smile. "Everyone, tally up your numbers. President Chen said we're not selling any more after this batch, so do your best to stock up on as much as you can."
"Got it. We'll go tally them up in a bit."
The henchmen dispersed, and Brother Long was lost in thought. Only then did his personal steward speak. "Chen Jiao's intentions are obvious. She wants us on her side."
Brother Long said, "Of course I know what she means. It's no big deal. In any case, she wants to run a legitimate business and stay out of the underworld. There's no harm in being on good terms with her."
"Besides, we're the only ones who have these Health-Nourishing Pills. In the future, people will naturally come to us for them."
The steward asked, "So that's why you want to stock up?"
