Before Su Miaomiao could say anything else, Wang Meng and Lin Youbiao cheerfully entered Qingshan Restaurant.
Tian Ye had also arrived by this time, and he spat fiercely as he watched the two men's receding figures.
"What did I say? Those two are no good, using the title of association president to endorse other people's restaurants."
"In the end, they only cared about money, not reputation, and they caused trouble before the association fired them."
"If they don't work, they don't work. I'll cover for both of them myself. Let's go, back to work."
Liu Qi had heard the commotion by this time and came out.
He looked at Tian Ye with a chuckle and stepped forward, pulling out a business card.
"Is this master also a disciple of Zhang Chunsheng? Do you really believe that Louwai Building can carry on in the hands of a little girl?"
"I'll lay it out for you here, in less than three months, she'll definitely be closing up shop."
