This bit of perfunctory flattery had Boss Zhang grinning ear to ear.
He proudly thought: Yes, clearly it's been noticed by everyone that after a year of hustling outside, I've amassed quite the fortune.
However, his happiness was short-lived, lasting only for three seconds before hearing the woman next to him ask again: "Don't tell me there's no stock again? That Old Chang! Dragging his feet in selling a membership card."
Boss Zhang leisurely sipped his tea: "No worries, he's putting on such a big show, the stock must be there. You won't have trouble buying it."
But as soon as he said this, apart from the friends who came with him, everyone else was doubtful. Boss Zhang couldn't help but sip his tea again, wondering what's wrong with these people? Can't they see through such a simple trick?
He felt like he was the only sober one while everyone else was drunk. At this moment, the Tea Artist topped up everyone's water, hesitated for a moment, but finally lifted his cup again.
