A certain underground workshop
Zhang Yuzhe sat in the transformed office with a grim expression.
"Brother Zhang, how about I go teach that pig a lesson?" Da Qiangzi bowed, his tone laced with servility and brutality.
"No need, letting her scare Jiaqi a little might not be a bad thing." Zhang Yuzhe reached for a cigar, cut off the tip, and lit it.
"But Qiangzi, have your people keep a close eye on Xiao Li. She's the type to do anything."
"Understood, Brother Zhang."
"For this period, we can scale back shipments and take a look at that company we acquired."
Da Qiangzi instinctively frowned upon hearing this: "Brother Zhang, I don't know how to run a company!"
"It's fine. You just need to keep an eye on the accounts."
"Got it!"
"Alright, come with me to meet that Zhang Shuya."
Zhang Yuzhe stood up from his oversized executive chair, and Da Qiangzi immediately grabbed his trench coat and draped it over him.
Afternoon the next day, Galaxy
