"Huh? Can't be, just one machine on a weekend?" Yi Feng squinted at him.

He felt a change in Zhao Xingye's attitude today.

He was not as enthusiastic as before.

"Hehe, just one left, the other machines have already been fixed by little Gao," Zhao Xingye said with a smug smile.

"Boss Zhao, that's not very nice, is it? We agreed that he was just assisting, and I would be the one fixing the machines. Doing this, isn't very honorable, is it?" Yi Feng said coldly.

After more than a month, Gao Hongxing had indeed learned some things and could fix simple problems.

But Yi Feng had not expected Zhao Xingye to forget him so quickly and let Gao Hongxing repair the computers on his own.

Zhao Xingyue was too impatient.

Indeed, it had come to this, just sooner than he had anticipated.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingye's expression turned even colder. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Brother Yi, Gao Hongxing has been learning for so long, it's time for him to stand on his own. What's wrong with letting him try?"

"Moreover, this shop is mine, and the customers are mine. I decide who repairs what, do I need your approval?"

Wang Tie's face showed anger, and he cursed, "Damn, Boss Zhao, you previously agreed that only Brother Feng would fix the machines. What does it mean now letting someone with the surname Gao do it?"

"Not keeping promises at all, is this how you cooperate?"

Zhao Xingye scoffed, "Wang Tie, when did I say I'd only let Yi Feng fix things? Do you have evidence? Did I ever say that?"

"You!"

Wang Tie was so angry he couldn't speak, glaring at him.

Now, Wang Tie wished he could punch his smug, fat face.

"Alright, Wang Tie," Yi Feng said calmly, stopping Wang Tie's impulsive thoughts.

"Boss Zhao, tell me, how do you expect us to cooperate in the future?"

A look of triumph flashed in Zhao Xingye's eyes.

You little brat also have this day?

Thinking you could still make money here without cooperating with me? Wishful thinking!

Now that I have a replacement, you're useless to me!

"Hehe, Brother Yi, you should consider my previous proposal," Zhao Xingye sneered, staring at Yi Feng, trying to gauge his reaction from his face.

However, Yi Feng's expression remained calm, showing no reaction to his proposal.

"Hehe, Boss Zhao, you want me to step back, but you just want to earn the repair money for yourself, right?" Yi Feng bluntly exposed his hypocrisy.

Zhao Xingye snorted coldly, neither confirming nor denying.

Yi Feng's mouth curled into a mocking smile, "Let me train people for you, then you expand the business and make a huge profit? And I just earn a service fee?"

"Hehe, Boss Zhao, aren't you thinking too beautifully?"

"Do you think I would agree to your terms?"

Zhao Xingye shrugged indifferently, "If you agree, we can continue to cooperate and make money together."

"If you don't cooperate…"

"Hehe, then I'm sorry, but from tomorrow, you don't need to come here anymore!"

With these words, Zhao Xingye and Yi Feng completely broke off their relationship!

He had revealed his true intention, which was to monopolize the money from the repair business!

In fact, he had been envious of the money Yi Feng made from repairs for a long time, earning seventy to eighty thousand in just over a month, more than he made selling computers!

Such a large profit was very tempting to him.

Now that he had Gao Hongxing, he naturally did not want Yi Feng to continue earning money from this business.

"So, Brother Yi, have you thought it over?" Zhao Xingye said with a smug smile, feeling he had Yi Feng completely under control.

Yi Feng scoffed, "Thought it over? I wish you would eat shit!"

Zhao Xingye's face turned angry, "What did you say?!"

"Eat—shit!" Yi Feng said deliberately, smiling.

"I don't even want to come here anymore, Wang Tie, let's go!"

Yi Feng turned and left without any hesitation, knowing his own shop would be opening in a few days, and then he would not have time to work for him.

Moreover, from now on, they would be competitors!

"Okay, Brother Feng!" Wang Tie picked up the packages and quickly followed.

Zhao Xingye's face turned cold, and he chased to the doorway, twisting his waist, shouting at Yi Feng's departing figure.

"Yi Feng, you're nothing!"

"Ungrateful bastard!"

"Ptui!"