Looking at Zong Zijin, who wore a face full of pride, Shen Qiang chuckled and said, "Not bad, not bad, insightful, skillful. There's something quite good in this flower store, worth about a few hundred thousand. Initially thought of giving it to Abi for pocket money; since you've bought everything, it's yours."
Upon hearing this, Zong Zijin was exceedingly proud. After all, ordinary flower shops don't stock much, and their goods aren't very valuable. Buying out a store's flora might cost only tens of thousands; if it's worth hundreds of thousands, there's much to gain.
At the side, Yu Xinghuo, watching this scene, shook his head helplessly, chastising, "Young people without skills or the thought to improve their eye power, exploiting Shen Qiang's generosity—truly this is moral degeneration to the extreme!"
Under Zong Zijin's rolling eyes, Yu Xinghuo grew even angrier, feeling discontent, and the perky young girl Abi was also unhappy.
