Jiang Yuan was listening quietly on the side to all the gossip, which really wasn't much different from what Wu Yegen had said.
Sure enough, the guy who'd been tricked argued for a bit but eventually conceded defeat.
"This is really lame. At least make a scene, print a banner and pull it up, live stream the whole ordeal with your phone, make it big. The barefooted aren't afraid of those with shoes, let's see who's really scared!" The convenience store owner rolled his eyes and went back to browsing his phone.
The sausage seller muttered in a low voice: "Easier said than done. Do you really think someone like Qi is a pushover? To rent such a large place to set up a net café, he must know people. I've heard he's well in with those thugs—who dares to mess with him?"
