As soon as he saw Zhang Yuan appear, Ge Biao was immediately grateful.

"Young Master Zhang, are we going now?"

"Of course I have to go, go, take me to your store."

Zhang Yuan said.

"good."

Ge Biao hurriedly closed the door, locked it from outside, and led the way in front.

His silk shop is located on East Street, not far from his home.

After walking for half an hour, we had arrived.

The shop is not big, from Zhang Yuanming's perspective, it is only fifty or sixty square meters. From the outside, it looks like a very old shop. The door has been edified by termites and many small holes have appeared.

Ge Biao opened the door of the shop and saw that it was filled with various silk and silk. In addition, there were several chairs, a table and some simple daily necessities.

"It's not bad, are you going to stay?"

Zhang Yuan looked at it and said.

"No, I'd better go back."

Ge Biao's face turned pale and he said in a hurry.

Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "Then come here again tomorrow morning, but tell you in advance that if the battle is too loud and the damage to your shop at night, you have to bear it yourself."

"Know, know."

Manager Ge nodded quickly.

Compared with my own life, what is this shop worth?

"Well, then you go back."

Zhang Yuan nodded.

Manager Ge hurriedly said goodbye and left.
Chapter completed!