"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?
Upon hearing it was his and his wife’s labor of love, the man changed his mind and requested to rent the restaurant for two hours with a rent of one million US dollars.
Two hours, one million US dollars — that’s almost the entire restaurant’s monthly income.
"We hope you can keep this matter absolutely confidential," Ah Sang said politely, "The gentleman also has a wife and children and doesn’t wish to cause any trouble to yours."
The male owner just kept nodding. Although they were polite from start to finish, when Ah Jiu inadvertently raised his hand, he exposed the gun at his waist, which the owner saw clearly. He knew these people were not ordinary, but they hadn’t harmed him and gave him so much money; he also knew what he needed to do.
"In my restaurant... nothing happened."
"Thank you!"
Ah Jiu politely nodded at him and turned to leave the restaurant with Ah Sang.


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