As soon as they heard the words "Mr. Su," everyone's expressions subtly shifted, particularly Liu Fang, who had just suffered under Su Han's hand.
The thought of spending five million to buy a box of cow dung made him grit his teeth in anger!
He didn't even dare tell Master Gang about it, fearing that Master Gang would kill him outright!
"Yang Zicheng, what are you implying?" Liu Fang immediately slammed the table, "Are you using Mr. Su to pressure us as soon as you speak?"
Liu Fang's expression was unsightly. He scanned the room and saw that the others also looked displeased, so he knew they were all wary of Su Han too.
But despite their wariness, when it involved everyone's interests, no one would easily give up.
Yang Zicheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Fang, "Liu Fang, I'm just conveying a message. How you decide, that's up to you."
He snorted and could not help but let out a cold laugh, "Why, do you think you still have any right to speak to me?"
"You!"
