Success

Two days later, Tong Zhenye rushed to Nine-peaked Mountain. The moment he saw Ren Baqian, he picked him up and shook him like a chicken.

"Sir Ren, is it true? Can you really produce salt?"

Tong Zhenye's boorish face was filled with excitement and nervousness. He feared that Ren Baqian might say "no."

"Put me down first…" Ren Baqian yelled. He was seeing stars after being shaken by Tong Zhenye's pincer-like hands.

"Oh!" Tong Zhenye let go of his hands and Ren Baqian fell to the ground.

"Do you have something against me?" Ren Baqian had a bitter look on his face. Just now, he felt that his body was going to fall apart.

"Sir Ren, is it true?" Tong Zhenye asked anxiously.

"Do you think I would lie to you?" Ren Baqian replied while massaging his own shoulders.