Smack...
Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhixiao immediately slapped him, and Xiao Er hastily covered his head and muttered to the side: "Zhixiao, why did you hit me!"
"Hmph, Chen hasn't spoken up, and you're sticking your nose in!" Feng Zhixiao said angrily.
"Haha, speak your mind!" Ye Chen chuckled and said, "From what I see, this place is at least around fifteen hundred square meters. If we continue running a hot pot place here, we're gonna lose big time!"
"Chen, what makes the most money?" Feng Zhixiao hurriedly asked.
"Are you willing to take a risk?" Ye Chen grinned, then leisurely pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and said, "If you're willing to take a risk, then I guarantee the money will flow to you faster than water!"
"Damn, I'll do whatever it takes. If it really comes faster than water, I'll risk my damn life to do it!" Feng Zhixiao immediately waved his hand.
