Ji Liang scoffed. He lowered his gaze and fed another wonton to Si Shuo. Seeing her puffed-out cheeks as she ate with relish, his expression softened, but the words that came out of his mouth were particularly infuriating.
"What a coincidence. We're not short on Crystal Stones, and we have no intention of selling the shop. We'll just wait for the five-year lease to end, return your deposit, and take over the business ourselves."
Manager Ma Xiang's eyes narrowed in anger. He lowered his voice and said, "Young man, you're new to the Beast City. A newborn calf fears no tiger, as they say. Do you really think you can run a successful business just by owning a shop?"
"Everyone is jealous of our business, but our Gray Parrot Clan members are not to be trifled with. See this area?"
"For every ten shops selling dyed coarse cloth, two or three of them are stalls belonging to our Gray Parrot Clan!"
