In the first month, Fang Yi made a hundred thousand, and in the second month, a staggering two hundred thousand. This gave Zhao Gang and the others quite a shock. They showed signs of being moved but remained mostly incredulous.
Indeed, having struggled in society for so many years, they would have long been swindled clean if they believed every word they heard.
"You don't believe it? That's okay, we can sign an agreement. Just give me your stalls and work for me. Come back after two months and see if I've lied to you. If I haven't delivered, I'll willingly move my stall. What do you think?" Fang Yi's words left them shocked once again, and with such directness, they had little choice but to believe.
Besides, their businesses were failing, leaving them with no other option but to make a choice. Fang Yi had seized this exact point.
