The store manager of the Chen Family Salt Shop, Chen Yue, stood at the threshold, hands behind his back, watching as Chen Ji's figure disappeared into the thin mist.
He brushed off nonexistent dust from his brocade robe and instructed his staff with a cold sneer, "Remember, if that brat comes again tonight, treat him politely, don't give him any obvious handles. But if he asks about the managers of the salt shop, just use the excuses I taught you before, say none of them are here."
"Yes."
Chen Yue walked towards the back courtyard.
In the back courtyard, next to a pomegranate tree, there was a square table around which a few people were gathered playing dominoes.
An old man with graying hair pondered for a moment while holding an ivory card, then flicked it to the center of the table with his finger: "Eight characters.
