When Shen Qiang drove up to the bun shop with a stern face,
the bun shop had already been smashed into disarray.
The ground was everywhere speckled with crushed buns, with Gao Hui, the beautiful young widow, Bianyi, inside the damaged shop.
Meanwhile, a man dressed in a plaid short-sleeved shirt, looking very cultured, was apparently talking about something with a young man.
Standing at the door, Kong Richeng bent over and said, "Boss, those two who wanted to buy the bun recipe came about twenty minutes after the place was smashed."
Shen Qiang laughed, nodded at him, then stepped into the shop.
"Madam, you must understand that this little shop of yours won't make much money. I'm giving you a clean profit of 200,000 a year at most, which is really as good as it gets, and how long can you keep this up? How long will it stay popular? At most three years, so at best you'll earn five or six hundred thousand. Hence, our offer of 600,000 to buy the bun recipe is totally fair."
