"What's this about former and current partners? We are partners now!" Old Zhou squeezed his eyes at Yang Fan and gave a rather exaggerated laugh, "Let's cut the ribbon for good luck and to wish us a soaring profit and a grand future."
Yang Fan, speechless, stared at Old Zhou, "Why don't you just cut me instead?"
He had just opened a tiny, shabby store, and now a ribbon cutting? It was purely a joke!
"Alright, since you don't want that, how about we give an opening speech instead? Just say a few words," Old Zhou suggested.
Yang Fan's face darkened again.
He gazed solemnly at Old Zhou, "Uncle, why don't you go inside and cool off? You're making me nervous. Look at my store; does it look like it deserves a speech of that caliber? It seems you're really bored and looking for a way to embarrass me to death."
This uncle was definitely doing this on purpose.
He was just taking this chance to tease Yang Fan.
