Why Be a CEO When Running a Stall Is So Much Better? (24)
He Jianhui was actually starting to feel a little restless at this point.
He needed to quickly gather information on the Yu Family and the Gu Family and analyze the most advantageous way to deal with them.
He needed to hurry.
Su Qiao stared at the streets lined with small street stalls, her face darkening.
"Little Four, this is all your fault. You said it wasn't even dark yet and that it was still early, and that the Night Market only started setting up after seven. Look at what happened—now all the good spots are gone."
She hadn't arrived particularly late. She had cooked some food at five, changed into a white tracksuit, and used a handcart to haul out her table, chairs, advertising sign, and merchandise.
It was just that although she had come early, others had come even earlier. They had arrived at four to claim their spots.
"Hey, hey, hey? Why are you setting up here?"
"This is the entrance to my shop. If you set up here, how am I supposed to do business?"
Su Qiao turned around and took a look.
Behind her was a clothing store occupying two storefronts. Its display windows were all glass, offering a clear view of the various clothes inside.
"Then would it be all right if I move over here?" Su Qiao shifted the table, chairs, and other things a little farther to the side.
She had already checked beforehand. She wasn't directly in front of the shop entrance, but off to the side, leaving plenty of room for people to enter.
Still, this was in front of someone else's store. If he said she was blocking the way, she had to move.
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