Lou Ze placed the divine ointment back into the small dish and clapped his hands to signal for attention. "Go fetch your manager. Tell him I want to discuss a business opportunity."
The maid looked up, puzzled. Moments before, Lou Ze had spoken of helping her return home, and now he was suddenly interested in business dealings with those involved in the trade of divine ointment. She hesitated, reflecting the typical distrust people harbored towards customers of the den. "Please wait here; I will fetch him."
Zeng Huo was equally perplexed by Lou Ze's actions. "What are you planning?"
Lou Ze responded with a rhetorical question, "What do you think?"
Zeng Huo was left speechless, realizing that if he knew the answer, he wouldn't need to ask. It made him feel rather foolish for even asking.
The manager of the establishment arrived promptly, greeting Lou Ze with a warm smile. "May I know what business the young master wishes to discuss?"