"Boss Fang originally had more than four months left on his rent, but he has invested all his money into it and can't even scrape together the rent for next year." Boss Zhao said this and gave Li Jingsheng a meaningful look.
Because Li Jingsheng was just as miserable as Boss Fang, both unable to pay the rent for the next year.
They're both on the verge of going under.
"Running a pharmacy or clinic is really tough. The fact that Boss Fang can't gather next year's rent is still okay; I can't even pay my employees' wages, which is even worse for me."
Li Jingsheng was deliberately playing the pity card.
"Don't pretend to be poor in front of me, Old Zhao. Are you worried I'll ask to borrow money from you or what? You're probably selling thousands in health supplements daily now. If you weren't making money, would you have agreed to take on Xiaogao?"
Mentioning Xiaogao seemed to touch on Boss Zhao's sore spot again.
But it was a self-inflicted wound.
