"Wu Jun, this is your little supermarket? It really is small."
Luo Zhengang followed Wu Jun into the supermarket and sized it up, his tone tinged with a hint of disappointment.
'This can be called a supermarket? It's just a small corner store!'
He felt that with Wu Jun's limited resources, trying to land that massive 125-ton rice order was a case of his eyes being bigger than his stomach.
Any random Meng Zalang specialty store was leagues better than this tiny supermarket.
Besides, Meng Zalang had four branches in Shimen City; Wu Jun's little supermarket wasn't even in the same league.
Wu Jun caught the undertone in Luo Zhengang's voice and said, "Luo Xing, don't let the size of my supermarket fool you. Here in Shimen City, aside from the major chains like Yonghui, Wumart, and Meilianmei, no other supermarket can hold a candle to mine."
Luo Zhengang turned to look at Wu Jun, surprised.
