I can make you scram.
Upon hearing this, Liu Laosan wilted. He looked in panic at the person in front of him, finally realizing he might have encountered someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"Are you Mr. Cheng?" he asked humbly, knowing that only Mr. Cheng owned this street.
"What do you think?" Cheng Ruiting looked at him expressionlessly, a person usually mild only showing his ruthless side at such times.
Liu Laosan's legs turned weak with fear, and he hurriedly pleaded, "Mr. Cheng, give me a chance. I didn't know it was you. Had I known earlier, I wouldn't have dared to speak to you like that, even with the guts of a lion."
"You must have done this kind of bullying more than once, haven't you?" Cheng Ruiting looked at him coldly. "You've wronged not just me, but them too. If your skills are not good, why force others to sell their recipes? If business was always done like yours, would there still be fairness in this world?"
