Chuckling, Di Tou looked at the squirrly-looking man and said, "Would Er Xiong be happy that you sold his information?"
Shrugging his shoulders, the man said, "Well, it's our line of business, so he'll understand even if he isn't happy. And in any case, as I said, he's about to close down shop, so selling this information at this time shouldn't be a big issue."
Nodding, Di Tou said, "Alright, don't worry about the bill, I can pay, just speak freely, and we can worry about the details after, there's no need to make the conversation uncomfortable."
Hearing this, the squirrly-looking man's eyes lit up, but after a moment he took a gulp of saliva and said, "Well, that's good and all, but if you want to let me speak like that you'll have to show a little proof, right?"
Sighing, Di Tou took out a bag of silver and placed it on the table, and after weighing it with a small lift, the squirrly-looking man once again let out a gulp.
