What's So Great About Being a CEO? Isn't Setting Up a Street Stall Better? (26)
He Jianhui didn't drink the tea. He set down the cup and stared at him indifferently. "Boss Li, where did that shrewdness of yours go?"
Although He Jianhui hadn't lost his temper—in fact, he was calm enough to be considered perfectly composed—Third Brother Li inexplicably felt his scalp prickle.
He hurriedly bowed and apologized. "Manager He, I'm just a crude man. When have I ever been shrewd?"
He slapped his own face hard. "I must've been blind today. That's why the flood swept into the Dragon King's temple, and I failed to recognize one of my own."
"Rest assured. From now on, I'll reserve the best spot outside my shop for her. If she gets tired or thirsty, she can come inside and rest, have some tea. I'll treat her like my ancestors."
If it hadn't been for He Jianhui back then, he would still be scraping by on the streets. How could he have a shop, a car, savings, and a wife and children now?
"Your attitude now is acceptable."
He Jianhui had only meant to scare him.
Seeing that his attitude was sincere, he didn't want to hold it against him anymore.
"To tell you the truth, this is my Big Boss. This shop of yours, along with all the other dozen or so shops on this street, belongs to her. The several houses beside Shangjin Garden belong to her too."
"Ma... Manager He, are you joking with me?"
Third Brother Li felt like crying.
That little girl was so young and dressed so casually. He truly hadn't expected her to have such a powerful background.
So he really hadn't misheard earlier.
He Jianhui patted his trouser leg and stood up. "Do I