"If... if you don't want to increase the price, then find another place! I'm not renting this shop anymore!" The landlord shouted.
Zhou Yong saw him becoming more arrogant, so he threatened: "Boss, what is going on in your head?"
"And just think about it, if we spread the word that Chef Li is slashing people with a knife, who would dare to rent your shop?"
Although the landlord was greedy, he had been renting shops for a long time and knew that in business, you shouldn't be afraid of having fewer customers, but rather someone deliberately causing trouble.
If Chef Li liked this shop and then the chopping incident got out, there really wouldn't be anyone willing to buy it.
After hesitating for a long time, the landlord finally compromised and probed: "Then... let's settle at thirty thousand! How about that?"
"Thirty thousand? That number isn't auspicious. In business, we all want good omens, let's make it twenty-eight thousand!" Zhang Dadan said decisively.
