"When people ask you to do something, you have to do it! You're like an ox plowing the field, with a ring through your nose, and they're whipping you from behind while you plow ahead. In the end, when the crops are harvested, you only get to eat straw and chaff."
Old Hu sighed, "You can't sign this contract!"
Moron didn't understand at first, but after Old Hu's persuasion, he suddenly felt that this contract was really sketchy.
Of course, this point is actually a bit unreasonable. However, the contract was drafted by the courier company and naturally includes terms favorable to them, but the issue isn't that serious.
"Old Hu, what should we do then?"
Old Hu laughed, "Xiao Yang, since we're both shop owners on the same street, I won't charge you much. Give me five hundred bucks, and I'll give you some advice."
"Five hundred!"
Moron gasped, "I've been here for less than three minutes, and you're already asking for five hundred!"
