"Mr. Gu, please spare me!" Chan Baofeng, the owner of Chan Kee Congee Shop, finally managed to see Gu Sheng. Lately, he had practically been living in Causeway Bay, coming to UV Bar from morning to night every day to look for Gu Sheng, only to miss him every time.
Gu Sheng looked him up and down. Chan Baofeng looked haggard, as though he had aged several years, and much more of his hair had turned white.
"Boss Chan, you can eat whatever you like, but you can't say whatever you like! What have I done to you? Careful, or I'll sue you for slander!" Gu Sheng said unhurriedly.
"Mr. Gu, it was my fault. Please help me!" Chan Baofeng felt deeply aggrieved, but he dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
He had no proof that Gu Sheng had ordered it, and even if he did, what good would that do?
It was only smashing up his shops and splashing feces around. No one had even been injured. At most, there would be some compensation.
But his shops catered to the midrange dining market. Now, whenever anyone mentioned Chan Kee Congee Shop, people associated it with that filth. Customers simply dared not come in.
Even if Gu Sheng stopped now, there was no telling how long business would take to recover.
If Gu Sheng refused to stop, he could only close his shops.
"I haven't been on Hong Kong Island lately. Look at me, all travel-worn. I've just come back from overseas, and I don't know what happened. How do you want me to help? Let's hear it." Gu Sheng rested both arms along the back of the sofa.
"Boss Chan, we're old acquaintances, after all. If I can help, I certainly won't hesitate. If I can't, there's nothing I