"Sister Ao, good morning! Have you found the '100-year-old jujube tree struck by lightning' that Sanqing Temple asked for yesterday? The temple owner said it will be used for the Dharma conference early next month, so we need to hurry up." Intern Lin Xiaoman came over with a stack of documents in his arms, with a bit of flattery in his voice. She had only been in the company for half a month, and what she admired the most was Ao Qinggangying - Xuanzhen Pavilion, which others regarded as "magical", was like an ordinary supermarket in Ao Qinggangying's hands. No matter what the customer wanted was "glazed lamps that have been exposed to light" or "morning dew grass that has been stained with dew", she could always find the source of goods accurately and keep the price within budget.
