Zhou Qiang's words had come true after all.
After Fang Dongxu and the others advertised the business for transfer, plenty of people did come to look. The crowds briefly gave them the illusion that the place was in high demand.
But most were only there to have a look. Very few actually sat down to negotiate.
More people wanted to take over just the premises, waiting until their lease ran out so they could buy the nearly new equipment, tables, and chairs for scrap prices.
The offers were so low they were insulting.
Of course, some people genuinely wanted to take over the whole business.
The first clearly interested buyer was a man in his forties with slick, glossy hair. The moment he walked in, he disparaged every part of the place before slowly holding up two fingers.
"Two hundred thousand, including all the equipment. I'll pay you whatever rent you have left. Guys, don't hesitate. Drag this out until the lease expires, and all this stuff will be nothing but junk."
It was exactly what Zhou Qiang had said before.
Sui Yiming exploded on the spot, pointing at the door. "I'd sooner sell it for scrap than sell it to you! Get out!"
The man curled his lip, giving them a look that said, "You'll regret this," and sauntered out.
The second serious prospects were two recent college graduates who were also business partners. They showered the decor and atmosphere with praise.
As luck would have it, business was particularly good on the day they visited.
The two young men were pleased with everything in the restaurant. By the end of the discussion, Fang Dongxu and his two partners quoted them 1.65 million.
"One million, and we'll take everything! Tomorrow-we'll bring the money and sign the contract tomorrow!"
They,