Lang Junfeng sipped his drink and said, "I know it's difficult. Is there really no solution?
If this continues, the loss of high-quality customers at the store will hurt me terribly!
Even Old Zhou brought up Zhang Yang's brown sugar syrup when he was having tea with me yesterday!"
Old Zhou is a die-hard angler at Lang Junfeng's store. He spends at least twenty thousand a year on fishing at the store. Even he's noticed the brown sugar syrup and brought it up during tea. It's even harder to keep other customers with less loyalty!
"Regarding this brown sugar syrup, I called a friend to ask about it, and he doesn't have this flavor! I also don't know where Zhang Yang is sourcing it from!" Li Chunsheng shook his head.
"What should we do? If he builds up his reputation thoroughly, I'll be in trouble!" Lang Junfeng said worriedly.
"There's definitely an impact. You could even say most of his profit is cutting into your original market share. But that's how business competition works.
