"The way your Earl of North Border's Mansion conducts its affairs—such grandeur indeed!"
BANG!
The Recruitment Envoy slammed his palm onto the desk before him. Then, Zheng Fan saw the corners of the Recruitment Envoy's mouth twitch uncontrollably; being quite plump, his face rippled.
It seems like powerful men always enjoy slapping tables. Why bother? What's the point? Slap my own face just so you'd feel sorry for me?
Now that these second-generation rich had received the news, the true commander of Hutou City, with his far broader channels of information, would naturally not be kept in the dark. Therefore, after Zheng Fan had finished his posturing before those scions, he was promptly summoned to the Recruitment Envoy's main hall.
