Xiaobao agreed, there was no other way, the old guy invoked the great national righteousness.
It was as if if Xiaobao didn't agree, he would become a national criminal, forever to be nailed to the pillar of historical shame. If he agreed, he would instantly be elevated to a national hero.
If he didn't agree, he would lose everything; if he agreed, he would just give the old guy a share, and Xiaobao had no choice but to bite the bullet.
The old man Duanmu Yang comfortably moved into a guest room, waiting for the afternoon's bidding, and then it would be about development.
Outside, Li Xiao and Zhang Qing had been confronting the two men Duanmu Yang brought with him since he went inside, their expressions cold and severe, seemingly ready to engage in a life-or-death struggle with the two crew-cut men at any moment.
