"Sir, you can't park here!" on the way back to Chuxi Village, Xu Qingfan saw a tricycle overturned by the roadside ditch and got out of the car to kindly advise.
"What did you say?" The old man was stunned for two seconds, doubting his own ears.
"I said, parking is not allowed here, how did you park your vehicle down there!"
"Screw you, do you think I parked it there on purpose? Are you blind!" the old man scolded, scowling.
"Hahaha, only you could say that. I apologize, sir, let us help you lift the car back up." Xu Aiguo got out of the car and nodded in apology.
A small interlude later, everyone got back into the car.
It was already nearing December, and after more than half a year of aggressive growth, the Good Flavor Duck Necks now had sixty-four direct stores and seventy-three franchises in Hong Kong.
Just as everything was going smoothly, a year-end notice from the customs disrupted Zhong Wenqing's next expansion plans.
