"You... you guys..." Leng Zimo pretended to be timid as two henchmen pounced forward like wolves, grabbing him.
"No, be polite to the head chef." Leng Zirui stood up and strode toward the private room door, "Please escort the chef downstairs!"
The group brazenly took Leng Zimo downstairs, stuffed him into the car below, and drove off.
Watching the car disappear in the distance, in another private room on the second floor, Ah Jiu and Ah Sang frowned slightly.
Behind them, the real owner of the Chinese restaurant had a slightly pale face.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Ah Jiu turned his face, "Our business is done, thank you very much for your help."
The owner was speechless; two hours ago, they suddenly barged into his office, and the man declared he wanted to buy his restaurant. The owner refused his offer. After years in Rome, this Chinese restaurant was his and his wife's labor of love. How could he sell it?
