Zhang Yongchang stood with his hands behind his back, rebuking, "The quality of Changji Tofu used to not be as poor as it is now. Over the past two years, it has only gotten worse. Isn't it because you haven't put any effort into making tofu, so the taste gets worse year after year?"
"The way it is now, it's only a matter of time before others take over the market!"
"Why, when you encounter any problem, do you not first look at yourself but instead blame others? How much tofu does Fushun Tower consume in a day? Even if I manage to secure their business for you, can it save you or what?"
The face of Mrs. Xiao Wu turned pale instantly.
However, she still argued, "Although Fushun Tower doesn't consume a lot, if they continue using Changji's tofu, others will feel that Changji's tofu is still good, and they will continue to buy, right?"