"Old Yang, are you a clown sent by the monkeys? And Sai Zhuge, I spit, give me back my money or this is far from over!" Fatty Wang was the first to rebel, shouting angrily.
"You're providing warmth to the Sunflowers and the community, aren't you? But the key is, you make us pay for your warmth." Another person gritted his teeth and said.
"Tier Three Sunstones, they are quite valuable, do you think they're just like cabbages? I don't care, you need to cough up the money for me." Boss Li from the cleaning company, who usually prides himself on being a gentleman, was glaring wide-eyed, ferociously wanting to eat Old Yang alive.
Old Yang was instantly dumbfounded, muttering, "It shouldn't be like this, why is it happening like this, where did it go wrong."
Old Yang was isolated, and these cleaning company owners turned their faces in an instant.
People who do this kind of business, how many are truly good? They're basically smiling tigers, with kind faces but wicked hearts.
