Zhang Deming waved his hand and said, "Senior Brother Gan, don't misunderstand. I am short on Spirit Stones, but it's not some small amount that I'm lacking.
"The reason I want to set up this shop is mainly so that when I get old, I won't be all alone anymore..."
As Zhang Deming spoke, his voice grew more somber. When he finished, he stared out at the sky, his eyes deep and unfocused, as if lost in a painful memory.
The three of them were taken aback for a moment, their minds instantly filling in the blanks of Zhang Deming's past—a life of bitter loneliness.
Yuee Mengsheng asked, "A shop like the ones in Celestial Spirit City?"
Zhang Deming nodded. "Yes."
"In that case, you'll definitely need some backing," Yuee Mengsheng continued. "What's the scale you're aiming for?"
Zhang Deming smiled and said, "That depends on the situation. If it's possible, something like what Madam Qian has would be ideal."
