142: Order you to open

Zong Qizhi frowned: "Qian Ziyong, stop throwing a tantrum."

"Your supermarket and Hot Pot Restaurant can earn at least 500 million a year!"

"500 million!"

"In this society, is there still anyone who has trouble with money?"

"Alright, some things I did before were wrong, but you didn't suffer any loss, did you?"

"I've already said, I don't want those 20 million, and I'm apologizing to you here."

Zong Qizhi felt that Qian Ziyong should be satisfied.

After all, he was the head of Han City's fire department, a person of high status and power.

Being able to lower himself to apologize was already giving Qian Ziyong a lot of face.

Qian Ziyong could brag about it for a year.

Upon hearing this, Qian Ziyong was a bit speechless.

Was Zong Qizhi apologizing?

This was charity, wasn't it?

Who apologizes with eyes that look like they want to devour someone?

Seeing Zong Qizhi's expression, as if saying, 'don't be ungrateful,' Qian Ziyong felt very uncomfortable.

Qian Ziyong shook his head: "Zong Qizhi, your apology has nothing to do with me."

"I'm just poorly managed and planning to close down."

"I will pay all employees' salaries and N+3 compensation, settle all payments to distributors, and all taxes."

"I haven't broken any laws, nor violated any. Has anything I've done bothered you?"

Zong Qizhi said furiously: "If you close the supermarket and Hot Pot Restaurant, people will think I caused it."

Qian Ziyong said calmly: "A straight body fears no crooked shadow; only thieves feel guilty. If you haven't stolen, what are you guilty about?"

Zong Qizhi stared directly into Qian Ziyong's eyes and said coldly: "I order you to open the supermarket."

"If you want to close the store, wait until this matter is over and there's no impact!"

Qian Ziyong completely ignored Zong Qizhi:

"Order?"

"You can order me to close the store on the grounds of fire safety non-compliance, but can you order me to open it?"

"Feihuang Supermarket is my store; if I say close, it closes! Even if the King of Heaven comes, Feihuang Supermarket is closed for good!"

Qian Ziyong spoke with conviction and unyielding resolve, making Zong Qizhi furious.

An unyielding fellow!

Ungrateful!

Zong Qizhi thought that he only needed to give the document to Qian Ziyong.

There was no need to beg him anymore.

"You're ruthless! You wait for me, don't fall into my hands!" Zong Qizhi threw the document on the ground and said furiously.

Facing Zong Qizhi's dog-like shouting, Qian Ziyong picked his ears and spoke to the security guard outside the door.

"Get the troublemaker out of here!"

Seeing Qian Ziyong ignore him, Zong Qizhi became even more furious: "Qian Ziyong! Don't think you're great just because you organized people to cause trouble on the street and blocked the city hall."

"This has no impact on me at all. They are just ordinary citizens, and at a critical moment, they can't save you!"

Seeing the security guard approaching, Zong Qizhi walked out unhappily. When he reached the door, he turned back and said:

"I've already sent the fire safety compliance notice. Don't pretend you didn't see it!"

"This matter isn't over between us!"

After speaking, Zong Qizhi left feeling completely relaxed.

Anyway, the fire safety compliance document had been sent, and Qian Ziyong couldn't possibly argue that he hadn't received it.

Since that was the case, he also had an explanation for his leaders and the media.

Even if ordinary citizens saw that Feihuang Supermarket and Heli 撈 Hotpot were still closed, he would have a reason to prevaricate.

Looking at Zong Qizhi's angry retreating figure, Li Lian panicked a little: "Boss, what should we do now?"

"Should I go and humble myself to him?"

Doing business in Han City, one had to act according to the expressions of those in power.

Zong Qizhi was truly angry!

Qian Ziyong smiled and shook his head: "No need."

"I never intended to continue doing business in Han City. The speed of losing money here is too slow."

"Let's go to Shen City!"

"In Shen City, Liu Gaoda's Milk Tea Shop has already lost hundreds of millions. I think there's more development potential there."

"The speed of losing money here is too slow?" Li Lian was puzzled.

Qian Ziyong waved his hand: "My tongue slipped. What I meant was, the speed of making money here is too slow."

"The Milk Tea Shop's valuation has already exceeded one billion, and the Milk Tea Shop makes money faster."

No matter how high the Milk Tea Shop's valuation was in the eyes of investors, it didn't affect its losses, nor did it affect the system's settlement.

The system's settlement was real money; it wouldn't count valuation.

"By the way, what was Zong Qizhi talking about earlier, about me organizing people to cause trouble?" Qian Ziyong asked.

Qian Ziyong had come here today in his bodyguard's car.

He had been playing mobile games the whole way and hadn't paid attention to what was outside the window, so he didn't know that countless citizens were protesting in Han City.

Li Lian was surprised: "You don't know that many citizens are protesting?"

At this moment, Zhu Daqiang and Ye Xiaoqin both returned.

Seeing them return, Qian Ziyong asked them to sit.

Ye Xiaoqin poured tea for everyone.

"Boss, you don't even know about such a big event?"

"I knew about this even while visiting relatives; the entire Han City is in an uproar!" Ye Xiaoqin said in surprise.

She never expected that Qian Ziyong, who had been in Han City all along, wouldn't know about such a major event happening in Han City.

It must be that Qian Ziyong was too worried about the supermarket's affairs, shutting himself in his room all day to study the supermarket's next strategy.

Or perhaps studying the next business.

Otherwise, if Qian Ziyong shut himself in his room all day, was he playing games?

"Protest? Why are they protesting? Has a great injustice occurred in Han City?" Qian Ziyong asked curiously.

He never thought that people's protests would be related to him.

Ye Xiaoqin opened her phone, which was playing a short video of countless people holding signs and protesting in the streets and alleys of Han City.

Qian Ziyong watched carefully and saw countless instances of the word 'Feihuang'.

There really were people protesting, and it really was related to Feihuang.

Qian Ziyong couldn't understand. He just closed Feihuang Supermarket and Heli 撈 Hotpot Restaurant, so why would people be standing up for him?

No wonder Zong Qizhi looked so anxious and flustered just now.

It turned out he wanted to give him the fire safety compliance notice so he could distance himself from this matter!

"Where are the employees?" Qian Ziyong asked.

He came here to see the employees collect their money.

Why was there not a single employee?

Were they not even enthusiastic about collecting money?

"Manager Li, did you not notify them?" Qian Ziyong asked.

Li Lian said with a bitter face: "Boss, you don't know how difficult this job is. I called them one by one, and they said they were going to protest and absolutely could not let the supermarket close."

"None of them came here to collect money, not a single one."

Not a single one?

Qian Ziyong exclaimed, standing up and seeing the money that gave him a headache.

He had asked the finance department to withdraw the money.

He had no other hobbies besides games; what he loved most was watching the system's money gradually decrease.

That's why he came, hoping to see the employees happily take the money.

You're good, I'm good, everyone's good!

Everyone being good is truly good!

But no one came to collect the money, what should he do?

Qian Ziyong was worried sick.