Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and observed the surroundings of the bustling Sheng Wanbao among the crowd.
It was not as bustling as the other major stores on the street, yet everything was in order, with nothing out of the ordinary.
Zhao Rong glanced at his clothes, nodded lightly, and no longer hesitated; he walked straight into Sheng Wanbao.
It was just about selling a poem of Ascending quality. Zhao Rong felt there was no need for disguise or secrecy; he could just go in and sell openly. After all, he was Lin Wenruo, a talent highly-regarded by the Sacrificial Officer at the Mochi Academy of Linlu Academy; writing an Ascending quality poem was like child's play to him, so why not sell one?
Yes, once inside, he would state it outright.
Zhao Rong nodded to himself in silence.
...
About an hour later.
Zhao Rong walked out of Sheng Wanbao with a normal expression, disappeared into the bustling street crowd without anyone seeing him off.
