"I knew you were a wise man, Shopkeeper Qian!"
Shen Mo laughed heartily, picked up his teacup, and using tea instead of wine, toasted Shopkeeper Qian.
After drinking, Shopkeeper Qian returned to his previous affable demeanor, asking, "Master Mo, shall we draw up a written contract between us?"
"Shopkeeper Qian, are you in such a hurry to die?"
Shen Mo glanced at him, his expression indifferent.
"Once it's written down, there's the risk of discovery. If it falls into your clan uncle's hands, do you think he'd let you live even a moment longer? We can simply keep this agreement secret in our hearts! If, after half a year, I can't withstand Elder Qian's pressure... you can sell off your assets and pretend this never happened."
Hearing this, Shopkeeper Qian nodded and no longer mentioned drawing up a contract.
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