By noon, Ye Qiu noticed that compared to the past, there were indeed far fewer customers dining at the restaurant. It seemed this matter had caused a significant impact.
Ye Qiu wasn't in a hurry, just waiting for those people to show up.
It wasn't until after twelve noon that Ye Qiu still didn't see any sign of those people. He stayed in Ye Xue's office.
...
"Boss, I heard the restaurant reopened?"
"Reopened? Haha, looks like they really don't shed tears without seeing the coffin. This time, let's make a big move!"
"Boss, how big? Do we go as far as causing a death?"
"Bring the red oil paint with you. If they don't comply, just splash it. We're done waiting; the boss above doesn't want to wait anymore."
A group of men got into a few ordinary domestic cars and drove directly toward the Imperial Cuisine Restaurant.
