At six in the morning the next day, when Chen Yu arrived at the shop, he found that in addition to the customers, there were some people loitering around.
These individuals were dressed in uniform, with a food association badge hanging around their necks.
They would intermittently block the nearby customers, forcefully stuffing flyers into their hands.
A middle-aged man, sturdy and imposing, sat at the entrance, stretching one leg across the way.
Many delivery people and customers had to walk around him.
Wang Qingshan stood by, staring intently at the middle-aged man, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
If it hadn't been for people recording the scene nearby, he probably would have already taken a swing.
Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly; he hadn't expected that these people, who had delivered an invitation yesterday, would get aggressive so soon.
The group noticed Chen Yu approaching and quickly surrounded him.
