Zheng Qiang ignored Xu Li and walked up to Chen Yang, offering a bitter smile. "Yang, sorry you had to see that."
"Let the past be the past," Chen Yang said, patting his shoulder.
Zheng Qiang nodded heavily, feeling as if he had returned to twenty years ago.
Meanwhile, Wang Qu, who was being stomped on by Yang Hu, strained to say, "I... I don't have that much money."
"That's easy. Just make a call and have someone bring it over," Yang Hu said, baring his teeth in a smile.
Wang Qu was taken aback, but then the corners of his mouth curled into a venomous smile.
He considered himself a local tyrant, and having recently started working for a new boss, he was now being told to call for money? Ha, are they suicidal?
Soon, a young man in his twenties wearing tight clothes and carrying a clutch bag pushed violently through the onlookers, practically radiating anger as he squeezed his way in.
