That afternoon, Song Xiaotian went to investigate the people on the list.
Meng Yifan and I returned to the shop.
A "distinguished guest" came to the shop that day.
Neither Meng Yifan nor I had ever expected him to come looking for us at our shop.
When he walked in, Meng Yifan and I even pulled out our phones, ready to call Song Xiaotian.
"Mr. Du, are you trying to wipe us out?"
Meng Yifan looked grim. "You really don't need to go that far. My shop is already on the verge of closing down."
"If you want to go after someone, go after me and Chen Mo. Don't drag the other people at my shop into this."
Our visitor was none other than Du Ruhai.
A piece of gauze was wrapped around his forehead, probably covering an injury he had suffered at the club that night.
Meng Yifan had already sent Xie Peng and the others out, leaving just the three of us in the shop.
Du Ruhai sat down on the sofa without asking and stared at us expressionlessly, leaving me unsure whether to stand or sit.
After a long while, he suddenly laughed. "The assets I own are worth ten thousand shops like yours. Do you have any idea what that means?"
Meng Yifan said, "What a refined pastime, Mr. Du, coming all this way just to flaunt your wealth. We're broke bastards. We have no concept of hundreds of millions in assets. We've never seen that kind of money."
Du Ruhai smiled. "I can give you a chance to see it for yourselves."
The more I listened, the more something seemed off about his words.
What did he want us to do?
"Mr. Du, just get to the point. What did you come here for?" Meng