Zhou Dong's ingratiating expression was truly annoying. Wu Xiaoyu kicked him and cursed, "Can you speak properly?"
"Mr. Wu, if I get rich, I won't forget you!" Zhou Dong put away his sycophantic look and said seriously.
Wu Xiaoyu saw him like this and pretended to be concerned, "Zhou Dong, did you hurt your brain? Otherwise… should I take you to the hospital?"
Zhou Dong saw he was being mocked and then said seriously, "Alright, enough fooling around!"
"I heard that the day before yesterday alone, Huarong Supermarket sold over twenty boxes of mushroom sauce. Yesterday, another ten boxes were taken away. Your mushroom sauce business is really booming!"
Hearing him mention the sales of the mushroom sauce, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel delighted. He laughed heartily and then patted Zhou Dong on the shoulder, saying, "This is just the beginning!"
Zhou Dong was almost at a loss for words, thinking for a long time before he could mock, "You show-off..."
