"So what?"
"Damn it!" Shen Ming Lang cursed inwardly, then silently committed the phrase "So what?" to memory, saving it to show off in front of others later.
Cheng Zhu's carefree attitude immediately put him a little more at ease.
"Cousin, do you think Yue Tea can't pose any threat to us?" Shen Ming Lang asked.
Cheng Zhu waved his hand and said, "Ah! Can't say there's no threat at all, that would be too arrogant. Just a tiny bit of a threat, maybe."
He lifted two fingers slightly apart to show a small distance.
Shen Ming Lang: "..."
Damn, why do I feel that your way of putting it sounds even more arrogant?
He jotted the phrase down in his notebook.
Cheng Zhu looked at him and smiled, saying, "This is one of the reasons why I insisted on opening at least three stores in each first-tier city at the beginning."
"In a few days, our 18 stores will open officially and simultaneously."
"Cousin, think about it, how many stores do we have?"
