The scene shocked the old man as if a bomb had exploded next to him.
The old man had been selling for years, and whenever he saw city managers, he acted like a mouse who had seen a cat. It was always the vendors pandering to the city managers, never the other way around where a city manager apologizes to a vendor.
What's worse, the person apologizing is the director.
He was at a loss for words.
Stammering, he said: "Director… Director sir, I… I won't set up stalls randomly anymore, I… I know my mistake…"
"Old man, don't we have the Starlight Night Market in Silvercrest District? It's meant for you to set up stalls there. Why don't you go to the Starlight Night Market instead?"
Dirk Carter asked curiously.
The old man glanced at Bridget Goodman.
A bit hesitant to speak.
Seeing this, Arlo Yarbrough stepped forward and said: "Old man, this is the secretary general of our municipal government."
"What's a secretary general? Is it a big position?"
