Jiang Sifan was shocked. He asked in disbelief, "Boss Zhou, did I hear you right?"
Boss Zhou gave an embarrassed smile. "You heard me right. After you left, another group of people came to promote this so-called bookkeeping and tax filing service. And they're even cheaper than you."
Jiang Sifan's eyes widened. "Are you saying someone else is also in this business?"
"That's right. And he said he's your senior from school," Boss Zhou explained.
Hearing this, Jiang Sifan found it strange. "My senior? What's his name?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you that. After all, this is a business deal between me and someone else," Boss Zhou replied.
Jiang Sifan could only nod and leave.
'My senior...'
'Could it be that all the shop owners who were interested yesterday were poached by someone else?'
To test this theory, Jiang Sifan went to the other shops.
Sure enough, their stories were all consistent with what Boss Zhou had just said.
They had all signed contracts with this "so-called" senior.
