The sound was booming, causing Zhao Jiayao to startle and swiftly stand up from the armrest of her chair, bowing her head to straighten her uniform.
Chen Dashan's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Who are they?"
"Don't know them, a man and a woman. The man looks around 60, and the girl is very young. They don't seem like ordinary people; they are generous with their money. They bought up all the fruit in our store."
Zhang Xuewen's expression was complex.
Her face showed both happiness and a touch of concern.
She looked to Chen Dashan helplessly. If there was a danger, she would rather not do the business at all.
Frowning, Chen Dashan stood up and said, "Since they are important customers, let's go down and take a look."
Zhang Xuewen nodded and followed behind Chen Dashan, with Zhao Jiayao close behind. The three of them went downstairs to the shop on the first floor.
...
Two minutes later.
