Amid the clamor, a portly, middle-aged man in dark blue brocade robes backed out of the Hundred Herbs Hall.
He was flanked by two young servants; one held an umbrella for him, while the other supported him to keep him from falling.
In contrast, Wang Ji had shed his usual welcoming smile, now waving his hand with a displeased expression, as if shooing him out the door.
"Boss Jia, the contract was signed, and I've already sent the silver coins to your estate. Now you're telling me the goods are gone, breaking the contract without any intention of compensating for the loss. Are you trying to bully Hundred Herbs Hall because we're a small establishment?"
"Shopkeeper Wang, you can't put it like that. I... I also didn't expect the medicinal herbs to be burned up by a fire as soon as they arrived at the East Market Warehouse."
"Whoever burned your herbs is who you should go after. All Hundred Herbs Hall wants is for the transaction to be completed!"
