Yang Tiancheng naturally did not know what Liu Yujuan was thinking. When he heard that she was trying to save the hotpot restaurant, his expression softened immediately, "I'm glad you have this determination, but I'm afraid it's already too late. I'm still not full, go and serve me a bowl of rice."
"Okay." Liu Yujuan went to serve Yang Tiancheng a bowl of rice and brought it back.
"Dad, if the boss decides to keep the hotpot restaurant open and just relocate, I think you should do your best to keep leading this project. As long as you can keep in charge, your position won't change. If we succeed later, there is still hope for you to become the president." Yang Jingsheng added.
"I know, I'll try my best, but whether I can retain it or not, I don't know. The hope is faint," Yang Tiancheng said while eating.
"It's all Jiang Di Lao's fault. If it weren't for Jiang Di Lao, our Meiwai Hotpot's business wouldn't be so bleak!" Yang Jingsheng once again expressed his resentment.
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