"A pair of old foxes," Su Ziceng detested Shang Yin and Sister Mu from the bottom of her heart, dismissing their so-called strong support as nothing but hot air. She couldn't understand it. Sister Mu's age was one thing, but Shang Yin was only in his thirties; how could he cultivate such a fox-like cunning?
Faced with Su Ziceng's aggressive questioning, Shang Yin simply replied, "Those are all valuable goods. As soon as you find a buyer, it's like cash in hand; the price can only go up, not down." Su Ziceng had seen what he sent—just some mild alcohols, probably not to his taste, hence he swept them her way.
Sister Mu's answer was even more definitive: "I was originally planning to contribute money too, but after visiting your store, I saw that the staff was dressed in a mess, nowhere near the standard of a professional Wine Shop, so I provided a batch of cherished fabrics to make proper attire for you, and incidentally replaced all the curtains and tablecloths in the shop."
