The pot-bellied leader and his group of subordinates stared at Zhao Tiezhu with expressions of utter astonishment. None of them had expected the owner of Taoxiang Brew to be this young, mud-caked bumpkin. How could a multi-millionaire dress like such a slob? He looked even worse than a security guard.
The leader who had been shouting a moment ago looked livid, his face turning a mix of pale and flushed as he nearly ground his teeth to dust. They had heard that the owner of Taoxiang Brew had invested millions into building a new brand; how could he possibly be a peasant? At the very least, based on the meager salary of such a position, there was no way someone could call him a bumpkin. If anything, it should be the other way around.
The others wore similarly constipated expressions. After all that noise and posturing, they realized they had been bickering with the owner the entire time. And he wasn't afraid of trouble in the slightest.
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