The food stall owner walked up to Cao Shihang, ready to lay his cards on the table.
He looked straight at Cao Shihang and said, "Young Master Cao, you can eat and drink here on the house, you can demand protection money from me, but if you want me to drive away my customers, I'm sorry, I can't do that!"
"I'm giving you a chance to take back what you just said!" Cao Shihang glared at the food stall owner, speaking coldly.
"Sorry, I can't do that!" the food stall owner said firmly.
"Fine, fine, fine, you've grown a backbone, feeling brave, huh? You want to rebel, is that it? You fucking don't care about your stall anymore?" Cao Shihang gritted his teeth, absolutely furious.
"The stall and the customers—I'd rather choose my customers. In my eyes, customers represent everything; customers are king!" The food stall owner took a deep breath, his expression resolute.
Clearly, he had made his decision, which was to give up his stall.
