Early in the morning, the morning mist over Chang'an still hung like a light gauze draping the ancient city. Yet, in front of the Taiji Trading Guild's stall, a commotion had already erupted, with noisy shouts rising one after another.
There was Huwa, wearing a "business war helmet" meticulously braided from strands of garlic on his head, holding high a large garlic megaphone that billowed black smoke, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Manager Wang is playing dirty! He actually dares claim that our Taiji Trading Guild's fabrics fade and our medicinal herbs are all counterfeits!"
His voice echoed through the morning mist, drawing the attention of the surrounding townspeople, who turned their heads in curiosity. People crowded around, whispering and murmuring among themselves. Those who had been about to take a bite of the sesame cakes in their hands stopped in their tracks, looks of confusion on their faces as they glanced at one another, not knowing what to make of it.
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