If there had been any other choice, he wouldn't have called Dou Jiahui—what if Dou Jiahui hadn't known about yesterday's incident before? Wouldn't he have just walked right into his hands?
Dou Jiahui really didn't know about it yet and, fundamentally speaking, he wasn't a thug, so he spoke to the other party politely, in the manner of a businessman.
About ten or so minutes later, sitting in his SUV, he found Feng Jun and his two companions.
He was quite generous too. He gave Feng Jun the latest kidney phone as an apology, saying that he hadn't thought things through the night before and had alarmed the two elders. "This is a small token of my sincerity. Please be magnanimous, Brother Feng."
"Don't play that game with me," Feng Jun said as he pushed the kidney phone away. Who knows where this thing came from; he scoffed coldly, "Do you think I'm lacking this kind of stuff?"
