C438 Unreliable

Yue Zhonghai came to Zhang Qingshan's shop. Zhang Qingshan sat at a corner of the store with a teapot in his hands. He was drinking tea and watching the hired people work.

Zhang Qingshan had hired three people to work, but these three were not disciples. A real hand. Currently, within the Qingyang City, there were many cultivators. For Yue Zhonghai's sake