"You could say that." Qian Hui's expression was a little odd, but he seemed to agree.
"Thank you, Brother Qian," Su Chen said solemnly. "I won't forget this favor."
Just as he'd expected, Qian Hui's tight frown eased considerably. He sighed in relief. "Plenty of people had their eyes on this. Now that you've taken it, I won't have to offend anyone in the future."
"With your standing, no one else can complain."
"Oh, right, there's also this." Qian Hui opened another metal box to the side, inside which were three viscous, crimson potions.
"Tier Two Mist Poison Potions. This is your allotment for one week."
"Couldn't you just give us a few weeks' worth? Saves us from running back and forth," Fatty Sun grumbled.
Qian Hui's face darkened. "Then you go tell the Trade Depot to send more over."
"I was just joking. Why are you getting so worked up?" Fatty Sun shook his head, exasperated.
