"The goods chosen for me! I haven't decided whether to buy them yet, and you're already impatient to handle it? Who do you think you are!"
Gong Chenli's voice was low, his words icy, each one dripping with frost, nearly freezing the manager of the Underground Trading City in his tracks...
The manager of the Underground City was ashen-faced, sweating profusely, his knees nearly buckling. He finally understood why Mr. Gong was angry...
Because he overstepped, challenging Mr. Gong's authority...
The quirks of these wealthy people are extremely peculiar. There are always one or two unfathomable issues, and perhaps this is one of them…
"I'm sorry, it's all, all my fault..."
The manager quickly apologized, and as long as he could be forgiven, he was willing to beg on his knees, or take a few punches and kicks, if necessary.
He hadn't forgotten the last manager who angered Mr. Gong; the outcome was tragically severe, rumored to have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
