Inside the Cold Dew Clothing store, Zuo Han quietly gazed into the distance.
There, the Celestial Fortune Clothing store was still open.
"Is the Celestial Fortune Clothing store still holding on?" Zuo Han said in a deep voice.
Since their shop opened until now, it's been over twenty days, and every day he has actually been spending money in the store.
Hiring so many people created a booming situation at the Cold Dew Clothing store, and the money was flowing out like water from his hands.
Even he felt a bit of heartache.
"Yes, President Zuo, there's nothing unusual over at the Celestial Fortune Clothing store," the middle-aged man said.
"It seems Qin Yun is still refusing to admit defeat and is holding on," Zuo Han mused slightly.
For more than half a month, the Celestial Fortune Clothing store and the Cold Dew Clothing store had both attracted a large number of customers as if they had taken over all the business on the street.
