"Refund! Refund!"
The voices merged into one, like raging waves of the ocean, cleansing Zhang Chi, who instantly became alert.
At the same time, he was very confused.
Why refund?
Could there be someone scheming behind his back, ruining his business?
Zhang Chi's first thought was to associate it with that possibility.
Shi Qianjin, mingling among the crowd, shouted loudly:
"Damn it, refund the money!"
Zhang Chi was infuriated, facing the pressing crowd, he angrily rebuked:
"You all used the wifi, why should I refund the money?"
"I only charged you three yuan, it's already cheap, why should I refund it?"
At the end of the distant corridor, stood several boys and girls.
They were the spectators.
Zhao Xiaofeng cursed: "Brother Tian, Zhang Chi is smart enough; he moved the router in advance, planning to take the money and run!"
