“Wait,” Bai Yu Tang called out, stopping him. Zhan Zhao turned back and saw that Bai Yu Tang had regained the sharp, confident air he'd had when he first came in. His voice rang with youthful pride. “I, Bai Yu Tang, never make a deal at a loss. If you're offering a generous reward, that's another matter. But if you won't even tell me your real name, how can I trust you enough to do business with you?” Zhan Zhao was secretly taken aback. Bai Yu Tang really was no simple man. This was already the second time he'd seen through one of his lies. Zhan Zhao couldn't help laughing. “Mr. Bai, I like your style. I have a feeling that before long, we'll become good friends. I'm Zhan Zhao. See you again.” Zhan Zhao brought his index and middle fingers together, touched them to his temple, then swept them outward in farewell to Bai Yu Tang. He turned briskly and walked out of the shop.
