Fusu nodded in sudden realization. It turned out that this auction was actually for everyone to donate money.
Everyone immediately decided to go and take a look, but when they were about to leave, Zhou Zhilu saw a tall, middle-aged man in expensive clothes standing under the statue of the Holy Doctor, gently stroking it.
"Shopkeeper Liao!"
Ye Jin also saw the middle-aged man and exclaimed in surprise.
The middle-aged man called Manager Liao came over and said softly, "It's Master Ye."
Ye Jin introduced, "This is Shopkeeper Liao Bufan. He's the largest medicinal herb merchant in Jiangkang Prefecture and a well-known philanthropist. The straw huts for the refugees outside the city were all built with the money of Shopkeeper Liao."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhilu couldn't help but look at the shopkeeper Liao. He looked to be about fifty years old and had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced a lot.
Shopkeeper Liao smiled and said, "Master Ye, you are too kind. I am only trying to do my best... I have other things to do, so I will not accompany you any longer. Farewell."
After saying goodbye to everyone, Manager Liao left alone.
Zhou Zhilu looked at the man's back, but his brows were slightly furrowed. For some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable standing next to this man.
He subconsciously wanted to use his Mingqing Spiritual Eyes to take a look, but Fusu behind him called out, "Brother Zhou, what are you doing standing there? Aren't you going to the auction? I tell you, this auction will definitely be crowded. If we don't go early..."
Listening to Fusu's babble of nonsense, Zhou Zhilu sighed and responded, "I know!"
When I looked back, Manager Liao was no longer there.
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