Chaos, madness, and profit above all, Gao Ming had not been awake for even half an hour and had already heard several people say they wanted to sell his organs.
In this hellhole, if you don't have money, even the organs in your body aren't truly your own.
"Director Li, say something, when are you going to pay the wages you owe us for a year?"
"Wasn't it just half a year ago!" Gao Ming shot a glare at Jia Youzhi, knowing this guy had no shame, so he didn't bother arguing with him, instead pointing to the most composed Wu Wei: "You, come over here."
"Are you trying to hit on me?" Wu Wei was carrying a camera, the most expensive thing in the studio. "In this situation, are you still thinking about that?"
Gao Ming's hands shook with anger: "You're the one who should stop thinking about that right now! I need to raise money, so all of you shut up and let me have some peace!"
