Evening fell as the sun began to set.
Flame Dragon and Black Fire Crow, who had been standing guard all day, Xiaotian, who had been lounging in a chair, and Xiao Jun and Mr. Jiao, who had talked themselves hoarse, all gathered at the counter, staring at each other in dismay.
They all looked at Jiang Chen, who was dressed like a farmer in coarse linen robes.
Each of them wore a look of resignation.
Finally, Mr. Qiu Shui was the first to speak. "Young Master, we really didn't sell a single thing."
Jiang Chen remained silent.
Xiaotian immediately pointed at Flame Dragon and Black Fire Crow, tattling to Jiang Chen, "Master, it must have been these two! Their terrible attitudes must have scared off all the customers."
Flame Dragon and Black Fire Crow looked incredibly wronged.
"Master, we absolutely did not drive away any customers."
"Boss, Xiaotian is framing us!"
Finally, Jiang Chen turned to Mr. Jiao and Xiao Jun.
