Bai Zhantang was sure he wasn't seeing things, and he promptly pushed through the crowd to rush in front of Quan Jinbei.
His overly servile appearance would have given his old master a heart attack if he saw it.
But Bai Zhantang had no time to worry about that now.
He was nearly bankrupt, so what was dignity to him?
As long as he could make the big shot happy and overlook the small tricks he had played before, he'd be willing to do handstands while pooping if asked.
All of this was in service of his future.
Bai Zhantang had this perspective and thus, his attitude towards Quan Jinbei was extremely proper.
Quan Jinbei couldn't care less about his attitude; he had called Bai Zhantang over for a reason.
"Help me with something," Quan Jinbei said, then saw the sparkling look in Bai Zhantang's eyes. He cleared his throat and continued, "I need you to help me..."
As Jinbei lowered his voice, Bai Zhantang leaned in close, listening attentively.
After hearing the task...