"Excuse me? Well then, pack up your things and get out of here. I don’t keep useless and trashy people here. If you can’t bring profits to the store, then just leave!"
Upon hearing his subordinates say they were sorry about not pulling in customers, the manager froze for a moment and then began to curse madly!
In his view, paying them salaries means they are supposed to handle the dirty and tiring work...
Since they’re unwilling now, there’s no reason to keep them any longer...
Facing such a rude outburst, they exchanged awkward glances.
They knew that this manager, whose expression had turned extremely unpleasant, wasn’t joking at all...
Indeed, they knew they had no choice now...
"Damn it! If I had known Xiaobei Brand would retaliate so fiercely, I wouldn’t have been so arrogantly reckless earlier!"
"Exactly!"
Muttering with such frustration, they took a deep breath, adopted a friendly demeanor, and started approaching the customers passing by the store entrance...
Previously, these customers would come to the store, but now, forget about entering, they wouldn’t even glance as they walked by...
"It seems really hard to win back these customers!"
Muttering this, they rubbed their hands and quickly approached, blocking their path, and started speaking with lowered heads and humble expressions.
"Uncles, grandpas, aunts, you’re all planning to buy groceries to cook at home, right? Our Yamato Brand is now on sale!"
"Yes, come inside and check it out!"
"Right, right!"
They all so kindly invited...
But those who were stopped furrowed their brows instinctively...
Soon, they said with a look of disgust, "Now you want us to come in? Didn’t you call us trash earlier?"
"Yeah, didn’t you say you didn’t care about losing us as customers? Didn’t you tell us to get lost?"
"That... it was just a misunderstanding earlier! We apologize!"
"Yes, we apologize!"
Apologizing like this was embarrassing, but they had no choice!
Because they knew they were under someone else’s roof now.
If they didn’t apologize now, things would definitely worsen, which would be even more awkward...
"Apologize? Forget it! We can’t afford it!"
"Yeah, just get out of the way!"
"Right, right, a good dog doesn’t block the way!"
These people never really cared about the worthless Yamato Brand that kept raising prices...
Before, they had no choice but to choose it!
Now, with Xiaobei Brand back in the game, they surely wouldn’t choose that trash again...
"This..."
They wanted to say something more, but those people had already left!
Watching them walk further away, they sighed silently!
They knew they had really messed things up now...
Wanting to go back, but facing the manager’s gaze, their mouths twitched, and they quietly continued to pull in customers but were still snubbed as before...
...
While they were in such an awkward situation, Yamato Amari was in the laboratory studying the vegetables and fruits he had just gotten from Hu Xiaobei...
He discovered that the data of these vegetables and fruits were indeed much better than those previously cloned...
"If it really can be cloned, it’ll be a big fortune!"
Thinking like this, he rubbed his hands together...
At this moment, he really felt that Hu Xiaobei was indeed a great Money Scattering Child...
As for Hu Xiaobei’s previous claim that they couldn’t be cloned, he truly didn’t care because he trusted his cloning skills!
In his view, cloning them was just a matter of minutes.
"Hu Xiaobei, you said before that I couldn’t clone them, but now I’m going to show you just how incredible I can be!"
Saying this, he began fantasizing about the scene where he would slap Hu Xiaobei in the face once he succeeded in cloning...
In his opinion, that day was not far off...
Having thoroughly thought it through, he washed his hands and calmly prepared for cloning.
Knowing this time was crucial, he didn’t rush into it but waited a bit calmly, ensuring he was in his best state before fully activating the machine to begin cloning...
"It will surely succeed!"

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