After Wang Xiaoliang collected his wages, he never came back to work. Li Laifu had expected that all along, but he had not expected Wang Xiaoliang to leave without a heated argument.
Li Laifu was relieved.
Wang Xiaoliang had no idea what he had missed out on. Once the universities started their term and people moved into the new housing developments, just how good would business here become?
A pity? There was nothing to regret.
College students were everywhere. He could hire any obedient one, pay them three to five thousand yuan, and have them under his thumb, couldn't he?
With Wang Xiaoliang gone, Li Laifu felt wonderful, but that feeling did not last more than a few days.
When Wang Xiaoliang appeared again, he was outside Bugbug Internet Cafe next door.
Cases of drinks, bags of snacks.
Was he helping the internet cafe stock up?
Li Laifu's temper flared at once.
Plenty of people from the internet cafe shopped at his store. Now someone had cut him out.
Sure enough, from that day onward, business at his supermarket visibly dropped.
Before, whenever the attendants and young customers at Bugbug Internet Cafe got hungry or thirsty, they came straight to his store. Now? Aside from people buying cigarettes, hardly anyone came.
Fuck!
Li Laifu cursed inwardly. That Wang Xiaoliang was an ungrateful bastard who would bite the hand that fed him!
He was poaching his business!
His daily sales had fallen by at least one or two thousand yuan, and on weekends, the drop reached three or four thousand.
I taught Wang Xiaoliang how to source stock myself, and now he's using it against his own teacher.
That Wang Xiaoliang was despicable.
That was not his only worry.
What unsettled him even more was the largest storefront at the eastern