Revival Mall was located in an area where the poor gathered. Everyone coming and going was poor. Where had they ever seen such a display?
The moment these people got out of the cars, the surrounding crowd automatically scattered, afraid to get too close in case they accidentally provoked them.
Under the protection of his bodyguards, Li Jingguang stood before the cars and looked at the bustling Revival Mall before him. Seemingly talking to himself, yet also speaking to those beside him, he said, "A business serving the poor can grow this large too. This President Han, Han Yang, really has some skill. Come on, let's go inside and take a look."
The group headed straight for Fuxing Supermarket.
When the sales clerk saw them approaching, she felt a little afraid but still gathered her courage and said, "Please line up."
A bodyguard glared. "Do you know who our boss is? Line up?"
"Wait."
Li Jingguang stopped his subordinate. Smiling warmly, he looked at the dark-skinned, hunched elderly man at the front of the line, took out his wallet, and pulled out a ten-yuan bill. "This ten yuan is for you. How about I stand in front of you?"
The old man lowered his head and bent at the waist, repeatedly saying, "Fine, fine."
Li Jingguang handed the wallet to a subordinate. "Folks, I have something urgent to take care of in Fuxing Supermarket. I'm cutting in line, so ten yuan for each of you as an apology. Please forgive any offense."
The bodyguard took the wallet and began handing out money, while Li Jingguang stood at the front of the line. "Can I go in now?"
The sales clerk could only say, "Please go ahead."
After Li Jingguang and his group entered, the sales clerk immediately took out her