"That's not really... but I believe, like a good wine that doesn't fear a deep alley, as long as it's a good thing, it will surely attract people."
Fang Xing said lightly.
"Hmm, that's reasonable."
Old Luo took another sip of Monkey Wine: "Coincidentally, I have a battle tomorrow, I can prepare three to five backup pieces... Little brother, where will you set up your stall in the future?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be at Cloud Coming Square."
Fang Xing thought for a moment and answered.
"That would be great."
Old Luo nodded and offered five pieces of talismanic money.
With the first earnings, later on, several buyers came one after another.
By dusk, Fang Xing counted his money and found thirty-seven talismanic coins, nodded, packed up the stall, and started shopping.
He came to Cloud Coming Square after having already clarified many situations in advance.
