Star City, Xiang Province Martial Arts Association.
Wang Anyuan's face was ashen as he hung up the phone, then went to report to Zhao Zhiyi: "President."
"What did Ye Qingzhou say?"
"His attitude wasn't very good..."
Bang~
The precious golden rattan wood office desk was shattered by a palm strike.
Millions vanished in an instant, but Zhao Zhiyi didn't care at all. What truly enraged him was Ye Qingzhou's defiance: "I thought he was a rare talent seen once in a hundred years, but I didn't expect him to be so ungrateful."
"President, Ye Qingzhou is young and impetuous, he disregards authority. With such a personality, it might be hard to control him in the future."
Previously, Wang Anyuan had been humiliated by Ye Qingzhou and now used the opportunity to badmouth him in front of Zhao Zhiyi.
It's difficult to accomplish a task, but to destroy someone's future is all too easy, often just a matter of a few words.
