"Here's the thing, I've got a competitor who opened a hotel right next to mine. Now, he's actually running a free promotion, which is to say, free meals!"
Li Xiaobao revealed a sly smile and said, "I was thinking, our villagers in Baima have been working hard planting ginseng recently. I want to treat them to a free meal!"
"What?"
Meng Dahai almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He had no choice but to admire Li Xiaobao— was there anyone else who tormented others like this?
The other hotel was offering free promotions to celebrate its opening, and you want to bring the whole village to eat?
Although Baima Village didn't have a large population, it still had several thousand people. If they all went, wouldn't they eat that hotel into bankruptcy?
"Alright, alright, alright!"
Meng Dahai said 'alright' three times in succession. He finally understood why Li Xiaobao's business was doing so well now; this guy was truly an ancestor of tricksters.
"Thanks, Old Meng!"
