Chapter: 1108
Xu Jiangong and Fang Hui left Wanrong Shopping Center. They were moved by the tiger's words. They really wanted to go to Tianhua Shopping Center to see if there was a suitable storefront.
Their pharmacy is going to be turned into a flagship store. The larger the scale and the higher the grade, the better.
If it can be done, then Xu Jiangong and Fang Hui will have his own career, and he will have more face when he goes out in the future.
Manager Feng watched them leave with a bit of resentment on his face and disdain in his eyes.
"It's really bragging, go to Tianhua Mall, I'm!"
"The shops in Tianhua Mall, are those you can rent if you want?"
"Damn, I still look down on Lao Tzu's mall. Looking back when you are embarrassed at Tianhua Mall, I see how you come back to me!"
Manager Feng muttered, venting his unhappiness.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Manager Feng couldn't help but annoyed: "Who is so polite..."
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because he saw the people who came in.
The visitor was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses, named Fan Zhenliang.
He is the older brother of Ming Ye and the current Patriarch of the Fan family.
At the same time, he is also the largest supplier in Guangyang City, mainly supplying non-staple food and cosmetics.
He basically supplies all the shopping malls in Guangyang City.
His personal wealth is almost among the top ten in Guangyang City.
Although Manager Feng is in charge of Wanrong Shopping Mall, in front of Fan Zhenliang, that is not even a fart.
He quickly stood up with a flattering expression: "Ms. Fan, you are here!"
"Oh, you are a rare visitor."
"Quickly, quickly, get your seat..."
Fan Zhenliang waved his hand directly: "No need."
"I ask you, did Lord Tiger come here just now?"
Manager Feng was surprised. Seeing Fan Zhenliang like this, he seemed to be anxious.
Could it be that these two people have any hatred?
With a move in his heart, he might be able to take revenge on Fan Zhenliang's hand!
"Oh, Lord Tiger did come just now."
"No, it was a bit unpleasant just being here."
"I'm probably going to Tianhua Mall now."
"He wants to find a facade for an uncle of himself, saying that he wants to let this uncle go to Tianhua Shopping Mall to pick him up, and he will take it down for anyone he likes."
As Manager Feng said, he observed Fan Zhenliang's expression.
If Fan Zhenliang takes these things to heart and tells them to the Ding family, then the Ding family will definitely be angry with the tiger.
However, Fan Zhenliang didn't have any expressions, so he turned around and left.
Manager Feng is dumbfounded, what's the situation?
"President Fan, won't you sit down for a while?"
"What can you do with Lord Tiger?"
Manager Feng asked after chasing his ass.
Fan Zhenliang ignored him.
Manager Feng couldn't help it anymore, and said anxiously: "Mr. Fan, I think you better stop looking for him!"
"Master Tiger feels a little bloated during this time."
"The facade of Tianhua Mall, he wants whichever he wants, which doesn't put Ding's family in his eyes at all."
"You go to him now, isn't that just asking for fun!"
Fan Zhenliang finally stopped, he glared at Manager Feng: "You know what a fart!"
"Master Tiger, now I am the general manager of Tianhua Shopping Mall!"
"All the things in Tianhua Mall are in charge of Master Tiger."
"Don't say he wants the facade of Tianhua Mall, even if he takes down all the facades of Tianhua Mall, the Ding family won't say anything!"
Manager Feng's eyes were almost staring: "Mr. Fan, you...you...you don't make a joke?"
"This... how is this possible?"
"Tianhua Mall, that is the pillar industry of the Ding family, and outsiders are not allowed to intervene at all."
Fan Zhenliang said coldly: "The Ding family has sold 30% of the shares of Tianhua Shopping Mall to Lin Mo."
"Tiger is Lin Mo's person, and Lin Mo has let his people settle in Tianhua Mall and take charge of the entire Tianhua Mall!"
Manager Feng sat down on the ground, and he finally understood that the tiger was bragging!
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