Chen Dashan and the other two exchanged glances. Han Yifei frowned and said, "These people look like they just arrived. They probably just found out we took over this street and came to cause trouble on purpose!"
Judging by their simple clothes, these people should be villagers from nearby.
Chen Dashan said, "I'll go take a look."
This kind of situation wasn't rare. All the shops on this street had people renovating them at this time. Chen Dashan casually picked one. Inside, a skinny middle-aged man in his fifties was busy, with a young man in his twenties helping him.
When they saw Chen Dashan come in, the father and son were stunned for a moment, then carefully sized him up, their eyes evasive. "What do you want?"
"This is my shop. If you have no business here, you'd better leave!"
Their shop?
