Leave This Small Fry to Me!

The next morning.

Qin Xi received a call from Xia Tangxin. "Wen Chen has a message for you. If you want to do business, you have to show your sincerity."

"Sincerity? What sincerity?" Qin Xi asked curiously.

Xia Tangxin said in a huff, "What else can it be? He wants shares of our Sweet Dew Store, but he won't fork out the money. I think this person's head must have been smashed or he doesn't have a brain."

"Indeed, this person must be a retard." It was rare for Qin Xi to curse.

"So, Xi, when are you going to turn him into a real retard? He's too shameless. If he's still alive, he'll definitely harm people. Why don't you put him into some kind of container and suppress him for decades?"

Xia Tangxin said jokingly.

"Good idea. I'll consider it," Qin Xi said with a smile. "Can you find his current address?"