The staff member's face turned even more unpleasant, calling for two people to forcibly escort the little old man to the lounge for a break.
"Wait! What are you doing?" The little old man, still full of defiance after being lifted up, shouted, "I didn't say anything wrong! What makes those clocks worth so much money? They aren't even as valuable as antiques!"
"Mr. Xi, if you keep talking, I'll have to cover your mouth." The staff member warned in a low voice.
The little old man wasn't so easily intimidated. He raised his voice even more and said, "You people who fake things aren't afraid of losing face for District 001. Do you think covering my mouth will stop people from finding out? When the shame spreads, let's see who still dares do business with you!"
