When Shen Qiang drove up to the bun shop with a stern face,

the bun shop had already been smashed into disarray.

The ground was everywhere speckled with crushed buns, with Gao Hui, the beautiful young widow, Bianyi, inside the damaged shop.

Meanwhile, a man dressed in a plaid short-sleeved shirt, looking very cultured, was apparently talking about something with a young man.

Standing at the door, Kong Richeng bent over and said, "Boss, those two who wanted to buy the bun recipe came about twenty minutes after the place was smashed."

Shen Qiang laughed, nodded at him, then stepped into the shop.

"Madam, you must understand that this little shop of yours won't make much money. I'm giving you a clean profit of 200,000 a year at most, which is really as good as it gets, and how long can you keep this up? How long will it stay popular? At most three years, so at best you'll earn five or six hundred thousand. Hence, our offer of 600,000 to buy the bun recipe is totally fair."

"Plus, you should know, small businesses are not easy to run—thugs and hoodlums coming to hassle you, and you have no way to stop them. They smash your shop, and what good does calling the police do? At most, they get detained for a few days, pay a fine, and after a few days, they come back again. Think about it, you've already called the cops; how could they not resent you?"

"Could they let you off? Tell me, as a widow with kids, can you outfight them? Why bother? Just sell the recipe, take the 600,000, and flee far away to a better life."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qiang's gaze turned cold.

At that moment, when Gao Hui saw Shen Qiang had arrived, she abruptly stood up and said, "Shen Qiang, you..."

"Don't talk." Shen Qiang smiled slightly at her, then he glanced at Bianyi,

noticing that Bianyi was smiling mockingly,

then Shen Qiang extended his hand, pulled over a chair from the side, with the chair back facing the man who was persuading Gao Hui. Then Shen Qiang straddled the chair and smiled at him, "Your offer of 600,000 is too low."

Upon hearing this, that middle-aged man's eyes lit up, saying, "This price is already more than fair by any standard."

Shen Qiang laughed, "Don't try to fool me. Right now, the Xishi buns are very popular online; many people are aware of it, countless businesses want to franchise, and making a fortune each day is only a matter of time."

"You're dreaming," the middle-aged man laughed mockingly.

Shen Qiang smiled, "In Huaxia, there are many famous buns, and their names are worth a lot of money. For instance, Dog Ignore Buns, Bai Yunzhang Buns, Nanxiang Small Steamed Buns, just to name a few. There will be plenty of people coming to franchise."

The middle-aged man laughed, "Do you have the capital? Do you understand franchising? Also, do you really think just because it's popular online that the average person will buy into it?"

"Yes," Shen Qiang nodded, "The more it trends online, the more the public will recognize it."

"Possibly, but you simply can't achieve it," the middle-aged man said coldly, "and I have done my research." Looking at Gao Hui, the middle-aged man smiled, "She's a widow, with kids, lacking in education, no background, so 600,000 is really the best offer you can get."

"If you don't agree, those people will come back to smash your shop again, and by then, you won't be able to continue your business, nor will you get this 600,000, so if I were you, I'd take this 600,000, change lines of work, or go to a small town back home, buy a spacious house where spring is blooming."

Shen Qiang laughed, "600,000 is not a small amount, most people can't come up with that sort of cash."

The man gave Shen Qiang a slight smile and said, "Don't worry about that. Just nod your head to sell the recipe, and once our people produce buns with the same taste according to the recipe, we will immediately pay you in cash."

Shen Qiang laughed, "Is it an individual buying, or a company buying?"

The man smiled, "Of course, an individual."

"Individuals can't buy," Shen Qiang interrupted indifferently, "because after you see the formula, you deliberately won't be able to produce it, and then you wouldn't pay. We don't have time to sue you. If it were a big company, we might consider it, since they usually have more credibility, and you can't run a temple by running away a monk."

Hearing this, the man's eyes turned shrewd, merely smiling, "We indeed want to buy as individuals."

"Then you can leave," Shen Qiang said calmly.

The man stood up, placed a business card on the table, and smiled, "After you think it over, you can call me anytime..."

Shen Qiang reached out, took the business card, didn't even look at it before tearing it up and throwing it on the floor.

"When I say individuals can't, it means they can't."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man remained composed, but the young man beside him got heated.

"Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? Offering you six hundred thousand was already a favor from our boss! Don't be a jerk, alright? You think you're amazing working with companies? Listen up, our boss is the owner of Shunhua Catering Limited. Every breakfast stall along all the main roads in the city belongs to our boss."

Hearing this, Shen Qiang glanced dismissively at the gleaming-eyed Bianyi and then a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Because of Provincial City's urban planning, street vending is not allowed.

Yet many office workers are accustomed to grabbing some breakfast on their way to work and eat it before they start their day.

Thus, Provincial City had specially approved a number of fixed street positions for breakfast carts, usually operating from five thirty in the morning until eight thirty.

These breakfast carts were managed by Shunhua Catering.

There were three hundred twenty-three carts, scattered around the main bustling streets of various districts in Provincial City. Though a small business, the sheer number meant even if a stall earned only a hundred a day, that's over thirty thousand in pure profit daily, at least a million a month, and over twelve million a year just for fun.

But this business required departmental approval, and without a strong backing, ordinary businessmen could never secure it.

"Shunhua Catering?" Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like a shell company to me. Never heard of it!"

Hearing this, the young man laughed coldly, "Never heard of it? Then you must be an ignorant bumpkin. Every quick breakfast stall in the city is Shunhua's, got it?"

Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow, "I don't get it. Why are you acting tough? It's just a porridge seller. What sort of big company is that? Get lost, as far as you can, please."

Hearing this, the young man grew agitated, "Damn it, you're really a backwater hick. Never even heard of Shunhua Catering. Are you from out of town? You think Shunhua isn't impressive enough? Damn, you'd be scared to death if I told you the name of our parent company."

"Enough!" the middle-aged man interrupted, "Let's go."

Shen Qiang laughed, "A porridge seller is a porridge seller. Running errands for a porridge seller and pretending to be an employee of a big company is simply laughable."

Hearing this, the young man burst out furiously, "You ignorant hick, let me tell you, our Shunhua Catering's parent company is Long Yan Group! Do you know? God, our company is so huge it would scare you to death!"

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