You devious old rascal! Jing Shu thought. To think he'd resort to such methods just to get me to join sooner—as if I wouldn't have joined on my own! Honestly.
Things were going unbelievably smoothly, but the smoother they went, the more uneasy Jing Shu felt. My original intention in joining the Medicinal Materials Association was to leverage their influence, but why does it feel like I'm wearing a fox skin instead of a tiger's?
Seeing that Jing Shu didn't object, which he took as silent agreement, Zhou Bapi grinned, showing his Big Yellow Teeth. He was thrilled, feeling like he had found a treasure.
"Our President is in seclusion," Zhou Bapi began, introducing the people in the Medicinal Materials Association.
Jing Shu was puzzled. What kind of person is the president, and why is he in seclusion? Is he reliable?
