Ma Weicai shivered, cold sweat flowing down his forehead.
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
"I've been very conservative in my words," said the person on the phone with a chuckle:
"You really should thank them. By giving you a lesson in this way, otherwise you wouldn't even know how you died."
"If, I mean if..."
Ma Weicai's voice began to tremble, "What if our conflict isn't resolved and instead escalates?"
"That depends on their mood, and whether you've done anything unclean," said the person on the phone:
"If you have, they can send you in, and anyone connected to you will go in as well. Your factory won't survive either—just wait for bankruptcy."
"This..."
Ma Weicai was speechless, his body starting to shake.
"You haven't blown things up, have you?"
"No, no, no, how could I? All these years, I've never caused trouble."
