"But he's long gone. What do we do?" The shop assistant scratched his head in a panic.
"Do you know which family he's from?"
"He looked unfamiliar. I don't think he's one of our regular customers." The shop assistant racked his brain, but it was no use.
"You... honestly," the Shopkeeper said, so angry he pointed at the assistant's head. "That set was pre-ordered by the daughter of the Prefect! If we can't deliver it, our shop is going to be in deep trouble."
The shop assistant was scared now too. "Then let's have the master craftsman make a new set right away."
"Easier said than done. Just finding identical jadeite stones for it will be nearly impossible.
Don't do anything else for now. Go out and find him. Do whatever it takes to get that customer to return the jewelry." The Shopkeeper took a deep breath. 'If this kid weren't my relative, I'd throw him out to take the blame myself.'
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