Jiang Nanshu slammed the table forcefully.
Everyone present shuddered in fright.
Jiang Nanshu's face beamed with joy, "What? There's such good news? Let him scatter it, I will just transport this money tree to Port City and bury it, it would also serve as another form of laying my benefactor to rest."
The crowd: "..."
Jiang Nanshu looked at his female assistant, "Later, give me the surveillance footage of the ash scattering; I'm worried he might cut corners."
The female assistant: "..."
She scrutinized Jiang Nanshu's expression carefully, utterly earnest. It seemed he truly meant every word, although some might be unable to accept someone scattering ashes at the doorstep, but if the boss had no objections, then they as employees had even less reason to object.
"Alright, Young Mr. Jiang, I'll get back to him now."
The female assistant left.
