Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Five
Following Wang Sihai's gaze, Brother Xin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at that moment.
He witnessed a scene in his life that he found inconceivable.
It was also a scene he least wanted to have seen.
The boss of his own boss, the chairman of the Sihai Group that reigned over Hechuan City, known in Hechuan as Wang Yanwang, was standing in front of the young man who had just been ordered by him to kneel and bow his head.
His waist almost bent to the ground.
Respectful to the extreme.
As if he was a dog facing its master!
Calling him Brother Long!
Even to a blind man, it was clear that Wang Sihai held this young man in awe.
But.
Who else in Hechuan City could command such reverence from Wang Sihai?
Even if it were Hechuan City's richest man, Zhou Yushan.
In their presence, Wang Sihai would at most show a modicum of respect.
But never such abject subservience, as if a believer had seen a deity.
