Although Chen Feng's resolute intervention had given Yang Dashan a sliver of hope, he was about to confront the boss of the Liu Family Village Construction Company, his direct superior.
To say he wasn't nervous would be bullshit.
And today, he was here to collect debts, plus having been sent away several times before, his visit today was especially nerve-wracking, his palms already drenched in sweat.
"Who's there?"
The moment the knocking stopped, an extremely impatient voice came from inside the office.
Hearing this, Yang Dashan pushed open the door and entered, smiling sheepishly, "Director Liu, it's me!"
Behind the large desk in the office sat a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt, his beer belly pushing forward.
Around the man's neck hung a particularly thick gold chain, and he was puffing on a cigar, exuding the air of a vulgar nouveau riche.
He was leaning back in a comfortable leather office chair, and in his lap sat a petite, young girl dressed in a black blazer.
