When Mr. Chen sat down, Ye Qiu took one look at his face and knew he was down on his luck. It was likely the same with his other business ventures.
"May I ask, who is looking to take over the shop?"
"We are,"
Ye Qiu said.
"Alright, we can sign the contract right now,"
Mr. Chen said.
"Let's eat first, no rush."
Seeing how the other party was already so down-and-out, he invited them to a meal as a sort of gesture.
Ye Qiu ordered eight or nine dishes, and the total price exceeded three thousand yuan. When the waitress took the menu, she gave Ye Qiu a curious look.
After she left, Ye Qiu said: "We can sign the contract, but let me be clear, no matter how the business goes, you can't come causing trouble."
"Of course."
To Mr. Chen, that shop was a heavy burden he had long wanted to get rid of but had no means to do so.
Now that someone was finally willing to take it off his hands, he was eager to get rid of it as soon as possible.