The ruthless boss's face trembled with anger; the shop and the property connected to it was worth at least three million, and adding the employees and the goods in the shop, even at a fire-sale price, it would be worth six million. Even in the current market, it still required a full five million.
The calm of the cafe was broken; aside from the ongoing piano music, many customers took note of the scene developing here. The waitstaff watched Su Ziceng's table with difficulty, unsure whether to approach and say a few words of persuasion.
"You're all fat and flesh; just by starving you could hold out for quite a while, I wonder if your family can endure it too," Su Ziceng ignored his simmering fury, took a sip of the soda water, its coolness filling her mouth: "It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, and hard the other way around; I, as a second-generation rich, understand this very well."
