"No, this is heaven's wrath upon me, how could you possibly help!?" The middle-aged man wailed, appearing utterly hopeless, as he shook his head.
"Anyway, you don't have any better options now, right? As the saying goes, 'a dead horse can be treated like a live one', what if we really can help?" Jiang Liu continued speaking.
Listening to this man's words, Jiang Liu actually became even more pleased.
What did he say? He said that I couldn't help? So, helping him must be extremely difficult, right?
Since it's such a difficult task, naturally, it means the task is very challenging, offering numerous rewards?
"This..."
Although he believed the Monk before him wouldn't be able to help with his troubles, the man currently had no other options, so he pondered a bit and then spoke.
"Well then, Master, this city's weather is so hot, do you have any way to sell winter clothes?" After a brief silence, the middle-aged man asked Jiang Liu.
