"vomit!"
"Cough, cough."
As if startled awake, Fang Ming vomited and retched as he pulled the contents out of his mouth. He then knelt down and reached out to try and remove everything he had just eaten.
"Sir, are you not satisfied with your meal?"
A servant's greeting reached Fang Ming's ears. He looked up and saw a monster covered in all sorts of fingers staring intently at him with its finger-filled black eyes.
"How strange, how strange!"
"Sir, you flatter us. This place is a bustling commercial street full of ghosts!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Ming was so frightened that he almost wet his pants. He scrambled to his feet and tried to leave, but was stopped by the voice of the strange creature behind him.
"Sir, the total is 93,000 ghost coins. How would you like to pay?"
"Ninety-three thousand?!"
"You want 93,000 for just three baskets of steamed buns?!"
Fang Ming clearly saw on the sign outside that it said three yuan for a basket of ghost money, otherwise he wouldn't have been so bold. But now they want ninety thousand. They had only managed to scrape together about that amount of ghost money, and they had given it all to Su Luo in the small house. Where would they get ninety thousand left?
"Sir, the three yuan was for the entire meal. Now that you've vomited all over the place, you're not satisfied with my little shop. If you're not satisfied, then it's not this price."
The servant explained in a serious tone, which made Fang Ming tremble with fear. He was about to blurt out that he could swallow what he had vomited back, but when he thought of the fingers in the bun, he simply couldn't swallow it anymore.
"I, I..."
"No money, sir? No problem, just leave one finger..."
"No, no, no, I have something to exchange!"
Thinking of his invitation, he realized that while the invitation was important, his finger was even more crucial; he had survived a near-death experience and didn't want to be crippled!
"I'll use this to offset the 90,000 ghost money, right?"
"Sir, you jest. What could possibly be a substitute for..." Just as the waiter was about to launch an attack, he suddenly caught sight of the gleaming gold invitation, and swallowed the rest of his words.
After carefully examining the customer in front of him, he found nothing special. He was timid and cowardly, and not particularly good-looking. How could such a person be the new president of the Guishi Commercial Street Chamber of Commerce in Hongcheng City?
Was the previous guild leader blind or deaf? A two-star monster allowed an ordinary person to become the guild leader? And even promoted it to a four-star monster market street?
Could it be that... this person is pretending to be weak while actually being strong, deliberately acting like this?
Thinking of this, the servant kept Fang Ming calm while secretly reporting the news to the Chamber of Commerce.
"So it's the new president of the Guishi Commercial Street in Red City. Forgive my poor eyesight, I didn't recognize him."
"My lord, this way, please take a seat!"
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