Suddenly, one of his underlings rushed in.
"Boss Huo, there's more business!"
Boss Huo's hand, which had been stroking the thigh of a beauty, jolted in shock.
Then... he flew into a rage.
"Business, my ass! Can't you see I'm busy?"
The underling immediately lowered his head.
"Boss, I didn't see anything!"
Although his head was bowed, he didn't seem overly servile.
Boss Huo paid him no mind, pushed the beauty aside, stood up, and asked, "What kind of business is it? If I'm not familiar with it, I'm not taking it!"
The underling hurriedly replied, "The men report it's a grain shipment from the Capital City to Jiangnan—six ships in total!"
Boss Huo hesitated. "Six ships of grain? That seems a bit too little!"
Unexpectedly, the underling contradicted him. "Boss, although it's a bit on the small side, hasn't the Master been saying lately that we urgently need grain?"
"Six ships isn't too few, and the Master needs it urgently. We can't let this opportunity slip!"
