Peng Yu was now left with only ten stores. Seven of them were complete duds, and while the other three weren't terrible, none were considered flagship properties in their respective areas.
The contrast over the past two months was staggering.
Two months ago, Peng Yu had lorded it over every brand he met. Now, he practically had to beg them for their business.
Collecting rent had become difficult, vacancies were soaring, and recruiting new brands or adjusting the tenant mix was harder than ever.
'How could a perfectly good regional company have ended up in such a state!'
Now, the corporate group was constantly pressuring him, demanding he resolve the region's current situation by a strict deadline.
'It's enough to make a man cry, but I don't even have tears left. Wasn't this whole mess caused by the group drinking poison to quench its thirst—selling off our core plazas?'
