262 Picking a Fight
At this moment, another patient came to pay—the old woman who had been waiting in line.
Sun Daji clicked the abacus beads. "Grandma, the total is twenty coins."
Upon hearing this, the old woman handed twenty-six coins to Sun Mei.
She immediately chimed in, "That strong man is right; you absolutely must keep this pharmacy open! It's been so difficult for us to get medicine when we're sick all these years. Take today, for example. If I were to buy this medicine from Xiangfu Medicine Hall, it would cost me a good seventy or eighty coins!"
Zhao Dong and Sun Mei listened, their expressions growing thoughtful. It seemed their pharmacy wouldn't have a peaceful start!
Just as this thought crossed their minds, a commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance. A portly, round-bellied man, accompanied by a servant, strode in with an air of immense arrogance.
He held a fan and, upon entering the main hall, first squinted his small eyes as he surveyed his surroundings.
