"Alright, let's assume for a moment that this is true!" Madam Xue rubbed her temples, a headache brewing. "In that case, Mr. Xiao Zhu, I'm truly at a loss… You don't want to be set up with my daughter, and you don't want to be my husband's secretary! So why have you said all this…?"
"I've already told you, I'm an intelligence broker! And since I'm a merchant, it's only natural that we make a trade." Chu Bamboo calmly took a sip of tea, then his expression twisted for a moment. It wasn't his first time drinking it, but he really still couldn't get used to this kind of traditional tea.
'Son of a bitch! In the Real World, I only ever drink milk tea!!'
"I gave you two pieces of intel, indirectly preventing a severe blow to the Xue Clan… Don't give me that look. If this really got out, you'd be lucky if a 'severe blow' was all you suffered!"
