Qu Chaozong focused on eating his food.
Zhang Xin tentatively asked, "When we last spoke on the phone, didn't you say you were renting a storefront in the West District? Has the contract been signed yet?"
Qu Chaozong took a sip of his drink: "It's been rented."
Zhang Xin gave him a piece of sweet and sour pork: "Isn't that great?"
Qu Chaozong rolled his eyes and felt a wave of stomach discomfort: "What's great about it?" As soon as he started to complain, a flood of grievances rushed out: "That idiot Zhao Wendada insisted on opening a branch, and Shi Yang, I don't know what's gotten into him, actually agreed to it. Now, all the company's funds have been invested, and with the contract signed, we've only got a bare storefront. There's not even enough money for renovations!"
Zhang Xin was silent for a moment and then asked, "Don't you have other businesses running? Can't you save up some money and renovate later? What's there to worry about?"
