While the two of them were discussing this matter, Wang Xin walked in with two young men dressed in luxury brands.
"I'm telling you, Junlin, you should change the greeters downstairs. It's still the same ones from last time; there's nothing interesting to see."
Wang Xin breezed in, grabbed a glass of wine, and downed it right away.
Gulping Red Wine as if it were nothing—that was so typical of him.
The Three Great Merchants from the game were finally all here.
Junlin laughed and scolded, "I wouldn't lay a finger on my own people, so don't you think about poaching my greeters. Be careful, or I'll tell your dad to cut your allowance."
"Alright, I was wrong!"
Wang Xin immediately backed down.
