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Fat Ma briefly fell into his own thoughts, while Old Ghost seemed to have figured things out, growing increasingly irritated and ready to curse.
After a moment, Fat Ma's eyes darted around, his chubby face jiggling as he exclaimed, "Old Ghost, sit down first." Without waiting for Old Ghost to respond, Fat Ma pulled him down into a seat.
"Old Sun, pour me a drink."
I didn’t hesitate. Once the cup was filled, the Fat Ma politely handed it to Old Ghost, who looked outraged and refused to take it. He shouted, " Fat Ma, you hit me and think a drink will settle things? No way!"
Fat Ma maintained his smile. "Brother, I've recently acquired some rare items. I wonder if you're interested, Old Ghost."
At this statement, not only did Old Ghost's eyes light up, but even Sixth Master’s drooping eyelids perked up a bit. Old Ghost cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, still feeling a bit sore. However, his tone softened slightly. "Do you really have rare items?"
At this point, if Fat Ma didn’t make a significant offer, things could end poorly. Gritting his teeth, Fat Ma forced a smile. "Old Ghost, do you still doubt my words?"
Old Ghost pondered for a moment and rubbed his chin. "I’ll believe it when I see the goods."
Fat Ma's expression turned serious. "Come to my shop tomorrow."
The meal concluded with Old Ghost letting out a pained exclamation as he twitched in discomfort.
Once outside, Fat Ma took a few steps and muttered, "That damn Old Ghost is truly greedy." I looked at the Fat Ma in disbelief. The implication was clear: he had just beaten someone up for nothing more than selling him rare items—what a loss!
Fat Ma felt that he had been wronged, and without a word, he trudged home.
When we arrived at the house, I started tidying up with Fat Ma. As I worked, I asked, "What exactly did you lose?"
"Just a bunch of stuff," he replied.
However, halfway through our cleaning, Fat Ma suddenly stood up abruptly, his expression changing. Sensing something was off, I asked, "Are you okay, Fat Ma?"
He looked embarrassed and said, "I didn't lose anything."
"Then why did you hit someone?"
At first, he appeared awkward, but then he composed himself and said, "I’ve wanted to deal with him for a long time; this was just the perfect opportunity."
I chose not to respond.
By the time we finished cleaning, it was already dark. Fat Ma quickly prepared some simple dishes to cover up the situation.
The next morning, when the sun rose, Fat Ma opened the shop door, and Old Ghost came bouncing in. The swelling on his face hadn't gone down; if anything, it looked even redder.
"Fat Ma, I'm here!"
Fat Ma welcomed Old Ghost inside. Once Old Ghost turned his back to him, a smile immediately spread across his face.
"You have something interesting to show me, let me take a look."
The Fat Ma didn't hesitate; he directly pulled out the Mingqi that Guangxi had brought back last time from beneath the counter. However, he had already set aside the good items that caught his eye.
Old Ghost's sharp gaze quickly assessed the situation. " Fat Ma, don't think you can fool me with these worthless things just because I'm not an expert."
The Fat Ma remained silent.
Seeing the Fat Ma's lack of response, Old Ghost felt a sense of uncertainty creeping in. They had known each other for many years and understood each other's personalities quite well.
The Fat Ma was always skilled at playing the helpless card. Old Ghost had learned this the hard way before.
They exchanged glances, and Old Ghost began to feel uneasy. He looked at me, but I lowered my head as if I hadn't seen anything.
The Fat Ma sighed, "Old Ghost, after all these years, you're still the same!"
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