The down-and-out former CEO vs. The gentle street vendor
Setting up a stall and starting a business literature
My name is Chen Yu. I have been selling egg cakes at a stall for three years. I became the best seller at the night market and then bought a house.
Today there is a new stall owner next door.
After asking around, I found out - it was my former boss. It was the prince of the Li Group who scolded me like a dog and forced me to resign naked.
There was a thunderstorm at his house, his father jumped off the building, and he came out to set up a stall to pay off his debts.
And here I am, standing in front of his stall.
He hasn't recognized me yet.
Family members, tell me, what should I say in this first sentence?
*
Later, there was a long queue in front of his burger stall, and the TV station came to interview him, but he said to the camera: "The person I want to thank the most is my landlord and chef. She taught me that hamburgers must be turned over, and so is being a human being."
Everyone was curious as to how Mr. Li, who was once so high-minded, fell into the hands of Chen Yu, a stall owner in the night market, who indulged and favored her in every possible way.
Some people couldn't help but ask why. Chen Yu bit into the sweet and glutinous egg cake, with a gentle smile on his face and eyes: "Probably, he owes me what he owes me, and he will pay it back slowly in this life."
[Fireworks in the market spend the rest of your life, running in both directions, and you will be happy every year]
