Tai City, within some office building.
Wang Yunan listened to the voice on the phone and was completely dumbfounded.
"This industry needs discipline, and so do you..."
Would the owner of Yue Tea explode on the spot if this message was relayed to her word for word?
Wang Yunan, a quintessential tech guy, was at this moment totally intimidated by Cheng Zhu's domineering aura.
—It hit me square in the face!
But then he thought of Cheng Zhu's naturally upturned brows and that carefree charisma, and it didn't seem so unusual for him to say something like that.
This milk tea industry senior, after hanging up the phone, looked up at the ceiling and suddenly smiled to himself.
"It feels like what Cheng Zhu said isn't wrong."
He had experienced the milk tea 2.0 era and could feel that there hadn't been any major breakthroughs for a long time. Everyone was just making minor taste adjustments and then endlessly undercutting each other with price wars.
