Mr. Zhao was originally a bit hesitant, but now, hearing these words, he immediately brightened up with a smile, "Ah, that is indeed not bad. After all, I am just a rootless man now; it's all the same wherever I am. Qinghua City isn't too shabby either—after all, it's the prefectural city. Doing business here, I might just make more."
As Mr. Zhao spoke, he laughed naively. Everyone knew what was in his mind, except for the simple-natured Mrs. Lin, who truly believed that Mr. Zhao wanted to stay for the good business in Qinghua City.
Mrs. Lin happily said, "That's wonderful! If you're going to settle down in Qinghua City, just let Muniang help you with the preparations. We've lived in Qinghua City for over a year now. We're well-acquainted with the place."
"Yes, Mr. Zhao, don't be shy. Just come to me if you need anything. I'm free," Muniang added with a smile.