"Nice one, Mr. Qin!"
"Mr. Qin, do you take disciples? I want to be your disciple!"
A few young radicals looked at Qin Yu with admiration.
"If you want to be my disciple, you can work at Uncle Chen's little shop for free for three years. If you can do that, I'll take you on," Qin Yu said with a grin.
"Uh..." The radicals were dumbfounded. All of them came from good families, so why would they work in such a small shop? They could only smirk sheepishly as they said goodbye to Qin Yu.
Mo Yuqi couldn't help but purse her lips in a light chuckle. Qin Yu was so bad! But it's a good kind of bad, and she liked it!
"Uncle Chen, this money is for you." Qin Yu walked over to Chen Yunfei with a smile and handed him twenty thousand yuan.
"How could I accept this..." Chen Yunfei held the twenty thousand yuan, feeling the heavy responsibility.
"Uncle Chen, this is their compensation to you, just take it," Mo Yuqi said with a smile, encouraging him.
