This, to a man, was equivalent to a death sentence. Moreover, a man like Chu Lui.
He set the report down. The corners of his eyes were dry as was his lips. From time to time, he could taste the bitterness in his mouth which tended to intensify.
He was in agony—one made from his own hands.
Many people had told him and scolded him.
They said, "Chu Lui, you will get your own retribution."
That's right. He knew now that his retribution was here, and it was also from his own doing.
Bang! He punched the table hard with his fist. That bone-cracking pain had not offered him any peace or quiet.
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Du Jingtang felt he was walking on clouds as he held the document. He started to make the preparations. In the past, he had not felt it; but to hustle a business deal and hijack it away from the others had caused an indescribable excitement to well up inside him.
