"It's quite a coincidence, my friend is the one looking to rent your store."
Zhang Xiaomeng stood up, his voice casual but not particularly warm.
The last encounter with Liu Daqiang had been unpleasant, and he held no fond feelings for this useless man.
"Xiaomeng, you know this Mr. Liu?"
Listening to the two men's conversation, Bai Lu asked with some curiosity.
"Hmm, we've met once before."
Zhang Xiaomeng replied indifferently.
"Let's sit down and cut the chit-chat, get straight to the business of the house."
Liu Daqiang spoke up coldly; he had no interest in getting friendly with Zhang Xiaomeng.
For one, his previous meeting with Zhang Xiaomeng left no pleasant memories.
Secondly, Zhang Xiaomeng knew about his lack of prowess, which made Liu Daqiang uncomfortable.
With such feelings, Liu Daqiang sat opposite Zhang Xiaomeng and Bai Lu. Bai Lu proposed an appropriate discount, but Liu Daqiang paid no mind to it.
