Fang Weiming widened his eyes.
He hadn't expected to be confronted by a manager.
And it was of such a small shop's manager.
Fang Weiming was trembling all over...
Quickly, he looked at the manager and shouted, "I'm an outsider? You say I'm an outsider? I've drunk more tea over the years than you've seen, and you call me an outsider?"
The manager glanced at him and lazily said, "So what if you've drunk a lot of tea? It's all garbage! Have you ever tasted the exquisite tea we sell here before?"
Realizing he was being underestimated, Fang Weiming chuckled coldly, "I've had plenty of good tea before!"
"If that's the case, then taste our tea now. If it can't outshine what you've drunk before, you win. I'll apologize to you properly, okay?"
"Okay! Since you say so, I'll taste it carefully. I really don't believe it can be that good."
"Enough talk, just taste it already!"
The manager didn't continue the topic and directly urged.
