Wangyue Mountain Villa.
Liu Hu knelt in front of Gao Shichang, weeping and recounting his recent ordeal.
"Mr. Gao, I really didn't want to betray you, but that young man's three silver needles were truly terrifying. At that moment, I felt as if there were ten thousand knives twisting inside my body, more agonizing than death..."
Gao Shichang sat on the sofa with his leg crossed over the other, holding a newspaper in his hand.
The news on it was about his attendance at a charity event the previous day, where he donated two million yuan.
The news highly praised his act of charity, even describing him as the conscience of Zhonghai entrepreneurs.
Of course, the reporter had lavished such gross flattery because he had accepted a red envelope from him.
He didn't mind spending a bit of money in such cases.
The higher one's position, the more careful one must be about their image.
He slowly put down the newspaper, glanced at Liu Hu, "Finished?"
