He still wanted to speak, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back down.
He had wanted to say, if you didn't have this level of ability, would Ji Shuhua even have taken you as a friend?
But judging from his own impression of the Store Manager… Ji Shuhua really would have.
Be it a peddler or porter, or a master roaming the world unhindered.
Ji Shuhua treated them all the same, never making distinctions.
Among these friends, of course the vast majority were just casual acquaintances; on the surface all benevolence and righteousness, but behind the scenes far too many who would kick a man when he was down.
However, even if there were only one or two times he truly appreciated someone.
He'd be willing to avenge that person after his death.
That would still be a very troublesome matter.
If not for that, how would I have ended up in such a state today?
Thinking of this, the Store Manager let out a long sigh:
"I have nothing more to say."
"Good."
