Mu Yuejuan was silent for a moment, then smiled sweetly: "I'd like to take on this deal myself. You wouldn't compete with me for it, would you?"
Zhang Gunli unfolded the scroll again and took a look: "Just judging by this painting alone, the quality is rather lacking."
Mu Yuejuan lit a cigarette, took a puff, and as the smoke swirled in her hand, it transformed into a paintbrush: "Name your price. Once we've settled things here, you cannot interfere with the business in Greenwater City, nor can you sell He Jiaqing's information to others."
...
The phonograph made some improvements to the Greenwater Beggar's begging bowl and handed it to Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng stared at the bowl for a long time.
The bowl was still filthy, stained and speckled, hard to discern if it was mud or grease, with a spoon lying flat at the bottom.
Li Banfeng looked at the direction of the spoon handle and asked his wife, "This should be a compass, right?"
