Chapter 655: Sister (1/2)

Chapter 655: Sister

The shop supervisor was dazed for a minute at Huang Xiaolong’s words, then he slowly turned his neck, looking at the shop workers under his charge.

Under the supervisor’s gaze, the surrounding shop workers became ashen, large beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads, involuntarily trembling. The leader was stammering in fear, “Su-Supervisor, w-we…”

The supervisor released a loud roar at them, “You bunch of good-for-nothing dogs, roll over here for me! Immediately apologize to this Young Master!”

Petrified by the supervisor’s anger, all the shop workers scrambled to stand in front of Huang Xiaolong, falling to their knees without any hesitation, apologizing over and over again.

An eyebrow rose up as he watched this group of workers, “Forget it.”

Only after hearing Huang Xiaolong’s words did the supervisor shoo the shop workers away.

After the group of shop workers left, Huang Xiaolong pointed at Zhuo Wenting, asking the supervisor, “Is she an Elder of your shop?”

No doubt, the supervisor recognized Zhuo Wenting. Although he didn't know why Huang Xiaolong asked such a question, the supervisor still answered truthfully, “She is not.”

Huang Xiaolong snickered, “I thought she was one of your shop’s Elders since she was the one who ordered your shop workers to throw us out.”

The supervisor blanked for a moment and hesitated. He understood the underlying meaning of Huang Xiaolong’s words, but even so, Zhuo Wenting was their shop’s frequent patron, not to mention the fact that her status wasn’t low.

While the supervisor was struggling, his eyes caught sight of the pile of ten million pieces top heaven grade spirit stones and brightened. In the next second, he walked toward Zhuo Wenting.

When Zhuo Wenting saw the supervisor walk toward her, her face paled.

“Madame Wenting, if there’s nothing else, kindly leave the premise for the day.” The supervisor spoke courteously.

But Zhuo Wenting did not care, pointing her finger at the supervisor’s face, “Good, good, you’d better remember this, I’ll definitely make you pay!” Throwing out that sentence, she flicked her sleeves and stormed toward the exit. When she passed by Huang Xiaolong, her gaze was filled with fury and hatred, “You bunch of dog slaves, don’t think just because you've got your hands on some cultivation cave treasure, that you’re so great with some money in your hands. I will make sure you understand that there are some people you cannot afford to offend even if you’re wealthy!”

But, just as she was about to step out of the shop, whether it was by pure coincidence or otherwise, she tripped over the threshold, falling face first to the floor.

Watching this, the Huang Family snickered out loud.

Huang Xiaolong turned around to face the Huang Family, “Since everyone is so happy today, if you see anything you like, just buy it. If we don’t spend these ten million top heaven grade spirit stones, we’re not leaving!”

Only leave after spending ten million top heaven grade spirit stones!

These words buzzed ceaselessly like a beehive in the surrounding family disciples and wealthy madames’ minds.

Zhuo Wenting had just climbed up from the ground, but as if Huang Xiaolong’s words startled her greatly, her legs went weak, slumping to the ground once more.

Hearing Huang Xiaolong announce that they would leave only after spending the ten million pieces of top heaven grade spirit stones, the supervisor bowed so low before Huang Xiaolong’s group that he was barely at chest height, making people wonder if he went through strenuous exercise the night before and hurt his waist.

Those rich madames around immediately began to send flirtatious looks in Huang Xiaolong, Huang Xiaohai, and the other menfolk’s direction. A more daring madame approached Huang Xiaolong, speaking in a coy voice, “My name is Meng Xiaojiao, may I know how to address this Young Master?”

Huang Xiaolong did not answer, but the Ascending Moon Old Man beside him grinned sheepishly, “Little miss, I’m surnamed Xiao, name Bailian.”

The young madame was startled, then recited the name in one breath: “Xiao Bailian.” [1]

The Huang Family nearly burst out laughing.

Huang Xiaolong hid his smile in a head shake, this old man’s face was thicker than the average people. Taking a glance at the Ascending Moon Old Man’s wrinkle-filled face, almost as black as charcoal, if a face this like could be called ‘little white face’ then this world would be filled with pretty men everywhere.