"Usually, our weekly profits are at least twenty to thirty million. But this past week, all our customers have been snatched away by Elegant Pavilion, so..."
Zhang Chong hurriedly explained to Gao Shichang.
"Snatched away by Elegant Pavilion? And you can't snatch them back? They're human, and so are you. Is your head only for eating?"
Just the thought of Tang Feng making nearly a billion in a week while his antique store only made three million, not even a fraction of the other's earnings, made Gao Shichang murderous.
Zhang Chong's face was a picture of panic, "This week, it wasn't only our business that plummeted, all of Zhonghai's antique stores saw a dramatic drop. All the customer traffic was taken by Elegant Pavilion; their promise of 100% genuine products has a huge pull on customers..."
"Imbeciles, a bunch of imbeciles. So many of you, and you can't even deal with a greenhorn? What good are you?"
Gao Shichang vented his anger for a while.
