Pff!
Pff!
Pff...
Although the shareholders didn't spit blood physically, their minds were certainly spewing it profusely.
A young man in his twenties, flaunting his wealth so brazenly in front of those who have struggled for money their entire lives?
The worst part is, no one could refute him.
Because everyone present knew that even with their wealth, they weren't qualified to apply for a black card.
Silence reigned, and Yang Liutian's body kept trembling as he felt the black card in his hand getting as heavy as a mountain.
He felt his heart racing, a flame burning in his lungs, and if things continued like this, he might get seriously ill from anger.
"Alright, stop standing there dazed, transfer the money yourself."
Qin Hao walked over and tore the IOU on the table into four pieces, then mockingly urged Yang Liutian, "Can't you understand? I don't have much time."
"You... you're going too far!"
Yang Liutian pointed at Qin Hao, barely able to speak coherently.
