Not far ahead, Ruan Fangfang saw the flowered shirt mentioned by the old man and walked over to ask, "Are you Wang Jiu?"
Wang Jiu had his eye on a pot of white chrysanthemums and was shamelessly haggling with the florist. Hearing a woman's voice from behind, he turned around to look.
Sure enough, standing behind him was a girl in her early twenties, with a sharp chin and almond-shaped eyes. Her face wasn't particularly attractive, but she had a decent figure.
This was how he habitually sized up people.
As long as it was a woman, regardless of whether he liked her or had any thoughts about her, he would just look at her that way.
"I am! What do you want with me?" Wang Jiu spoke with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, revealing several stained yellow teeth.
"I have something for you."
"What kind of something?"
"There's a deal I'd like to discuss with you. I was wondering if you might be interested?" said Ruan Fangfang.