As soon as Sun Qianyue's voice trailed off, Sun Yi noticed that the tips of Gao Shuai's ears had turned somewhat red. Young people still had thin skin; after all, back in the car, he was the one who had claimed this shop wouldn't last.
Yet now, with so many people lining up at the entrance, it spoke volumes. He was losing face and couldn't quite keep his composure. If it had been Old Gao, he certainly wouldn't have reacted that way—he probably would have added with a laugh, "Well, looks like my judgment was off. I'll have to go take a look and learn a thing or two from them."
For seasoned veterans, as long as money could be made, swallowing one's pride was nothing. Face wasn't all that important; substance was what mattered most. Only greenhorns just starting out believed that saving face was paramount.
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