"Inviting a friend over for a meal, has the table in the corner been booked?"
"No." Old Feng shook his head, "Come on, I'll clean it up for you."
The two went to the corner and sat down. As Old Feng cleaned the table, he said, "We have money in the account now, I'm planning to give you a share at the end of the month. If you need money, just say the word."
Qi Yun took out a cigarette, handed him one, lit it, and after taking a puff, shook his head and said, "I've still got money."
Old Feng accepted the cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and slowly blew out smoke rings: "Alright, there's one more thing, I'm planning to discuss with you."
"What thing? Just say it." Qi Yun looked at him and asked.
Old Feng glanced around the shop and said, "Look, business is pretty good now. You've brought in advertising resources. Shouldn't we consider expanding a bit?"
Qi Yun chuckled at this: "You can make the decision on that. If we're short on money, I'll chip in some more."
