Selling apples?
The supermarket staff had not yet reacted when the middle-aged boss had already rushed to Zhong Damin's side like an arrow.
Then, he grabbed Zhong Damin's hand and said "enthusiastically," "You're finally here, I've been waiting for you!"
Zhong Damin was somewhat puzzled by the boss's actions, but he quickly remembered the greeting Chen Hao had sent him, and realized the person must be an acquaintance of Chen Hao, which is why he was so warm.
"Boss, take a look at the apples I've brought, what do you think?" Zhong Damin followed his usual routine and, while talking, handed over the apples he was holding to the boss.
Unexpectedly, the boss waved his hand and said, "No need to try them."
"What?"
Zhong Damin's body stiffened, his face showing intense disappointment.
Because this scene seemed like all the other fruit stands and stores he'd been to before, where the owners didn't consider tasting his apples either.
Then they would just send him away.
