Biao, Zeng Biao.
Forget a small real estate company; even the local eight major families would give him face when necessary. And Li Dahua was indeed utterly respectful in front of him, fawning over him with cigarettes and tea.
In Xicheng, no matter what you did, if you didn't have Brother Biao's approval, you were bound to face endless trouble and accomplish nothing.
Li Chao clutched his swollen face, collapsing to the ground trembling, his eyes filled with panic and fear. He could never have imagined that such a trivial matter would provoke such a powerful figure! He had really kicked an iron plate this time.
Zeng Biao rested one hand on the back of the sofa, a cigar clamped in the other, and asked Zhang Hai with a smile, "Boss Zhang, are you satisfied with how I've handled this?"
"Of course I'm satisfied, hehehe!" Zhang Hai laughed lecherously, then pointed at Zou Dan and another girl. "In that case, I'll be so bold as to choose these two first."
