"Wait," Bai Yutang stopped him at this time. Zhan Zhao turned around again and saw that Bai Yutang had returned to the sharpness he had when he first entered the door. His voice was full of the arrogance of a young man, "I, Bai Yutang, never do business at a loss. If you say thank you, that's another thing. But if you don't even dare to reveal your real name, how can I trust you to do business with you?" Zhan Zhao was secretly surprised. He thought that Bai Yutang was really not simple. This was the second time his lie had been exposed. He couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Bai, you really like me. I have a hunch that we will become good friends in the near future. Goodbye, Zhan Zhao." Zhan Zhao put his fingers together, touched his temples and drew an arc outward to bid farewell to Bai Yutang, turned around neatly and walked out of the store.